[Intro: Bladee & Lil Candy Paint]
God is love is my drug
I'm yours, take me home
To you, extra light
Turn it up
God is love is my drug
I'm yours, take me home
To you, extra light
Turn it up (Drain Gang)
A-A-All the way around
All the way around
A-A-All the way around (But we ain't stressin' anything
It's still purple everything, it's still purple everything)
Bladee
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason
He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin'
He don't want no other ho's 'cause that lil' shit too easy
Know I talk a lot of shit but he know I don't mean it
My big bro say I'm trippin' but I got a hundred reasons
A hundred fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin'
Nope, I ain't leavin', еven if we ain't speakin'
And if wе ain't speakin', yeah you know I'ma be tweakin'
Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie ho's
Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front-row at your fuckin' shows
He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some
I know I ain't tripping, man, about you I might kill some
Yeah, kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some
Make one call, he'll still come 'cause I make him feel some
Yeah, feel some, feel some
This lil' somethin' different, swear to God it make him feel numb
[Refrain: Bladee]
A-A-All the way around
All the way around
A-A-All the way around
God is love is my drug
I'm yours, take me home
To you, extra light
Turn it up
[Hook: Bladee]
(It goes like this) All the way around (All the way around)
(Like this, like this) A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
(That's it, that's it) A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
(That's it, that's it) All the way around (All the way around)
All the way around (All the way around)
A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
All the way around (All the way around)
[Verse: Bladee]
We're the ones
Number one, I'm on top upon the throne
And I wait for the fall
I come down, it's no way around it
In this life, gotta fly
Chase the bliss, oh, I can almost see it
Out of sight but in mind
Keep the gift in another life
(It goes like this)
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason
He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin'
He don't want no other ho's 'cause that lil' shit too easy
Know I talk a lot of shit but he know I don't mean it
My big bro say I'm trippin' but I got a hundred reasons
A hundred fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin'
Nope, I ain't leavin', even if we ain't speakin'
And if we ain't speakin', yeah you know I'ma be tweakin'
Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie ho's
Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front-row at your fuckin' shows
He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some
I know I ain't tripping, man, about you I might kill some
Yeah, kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some
Make one call, he'll still come 'cause I make him feel some
Yeah, feel some, feel some
This lil' somethin' different, swear to God it make him feel numb
[Refrain: Bladee]
A-A-All the way around
All the way around
A-A-All the way around
God is love is my drug
I'm yours, take me home
To you, extra light
Turn it up
[Outro: Bladee]
(It goes like this) All the way around (All the way around)
(Like this, like this) A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
(That's it, that's it) A-A-All the way around (A-A-All the way around)
(That's it, that's it) All the way around (All the way around)
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