Yeah, they gonna understand.
We all fight some type of day, man.
* it.
Hold up.
Yeah.
Back on that bottle, yeah.
I'm not alone, yeah.
Blanco, beside all.
Yeah, look, tryna ease my mind, yeah.
Tryna free my mind, yeah.
Gotta threesome with these demons and I need some time,
man.
I go easy up,
they go easy down.
When you bitches get too mixy,
my guy kick you out.
Here we go!
We gon'.
Back on that bottle,
yeah I'm not alone, yeah
Blanco de Sado, yeah Brown and the Savo
Back on that bottle,
yeah I'm not alone,
yeah
Blanco de Sado,
yeah
I woke up at like four in the morning
Went to bed at four in the morning
In the club for an hour,
son I was up at like forty-eight,
um
From the Capitol back to my island Land over and back to Rodeo
Making sure that my circle is tight So nobody I know got an angle
Got me drinking whatever this is Light up round cause I gotta be gold
In my beautiful house,
no friends Near my widow,
my casamigo
And my mama don't even say hi She say,
why are you single?
I say,
mommy,
I'm sorry,
I'm trying But nobody gonna love me like she do
And nobody gonna love me like she do And nobody be loving like we do
And I'd rather be drunken,
uh Than be dumb not trying,
bitch
Yeah,
I already said that, I already said that
Yeah, man, that's probably my ego, yeah
Drowning in sorrow, yeah Back on that bottle,
yeah
I'm not alone, yeah
Blanco de Sado,
yeah
Drowning in sorrow,
yeah Back on that bottle,
yeah
I'm not alone,
yeah
Blanco
de Sado,
yeah