Love Drug*

[Chorus]

I tend to stand where niggas goin

I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus

I hit the broseph

Like fan to fan we really golden

We could’ve voted

[Verse]

I had to pan towards the focus, in need of holding

Every land I walk is stolen

I feel the ghost I fill the canister up with potions

To feel the most

A couple grams to tuck in loading

From rule of coping and other troubled man been struck with locus

Uh, I need rubber bands to hug the brosé

We got [?] , we got some summer plans in different coasting

That’s why we toast, the loving thanks, and tip the hosting

I once was broke, coming up with scams, it’s different homeless, [?]

[?], my ribs was showing

[?] what I—just a nothing [?] and did the motion

A bitter hope, we the bucket gang

Don’t leave me open, no

[Chorus]

I tend to stand where niggas goin

I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus

I hit the broseph

Like fan to fan we really golden

We could’ve voted

I tend to stand where niggas goin

I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus

I hit the broseph

Like fan to fan we really golden

We could’ve voted