Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Downers , by - nessly. Song from the album Wildflower, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Downers |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| She used to see me with my cool up |
| I used to see her with two knots |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Baby you should keep your tears to yourself (woo) |
| When them hundreds call I don’t answer my cellphone |
| I tried to fuck my pain away but it don’t help (yeah) |
| When you look into my eyes you see a black hole |
| Sometimes them drugs make it worse and sometimes they help |
| I sipped a little but I’m still driving myself home |
| But baby I keep all my tears to myself |
| I understand how it feels to be a black hole |
| Now I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, known to give the best girl the |
| worst day) |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, tried to tell her before I’m not |
| perfect, yeah) |
| Ruined a Covergirl model’s makeup |
| She fell in love with my devilish smile and my Datejust |
| I told her if you wanna hop in the front seat then brace yourself |
| Niggas be swearin' they better, they funny like Dave Chappelle |
| Like baby first lady, we hit up DC and she play Michelle |
| You get it first like we robbed the factory that make Chanel |
| I let her sip on the cup and I told her to loosen up |
| I put my dick in her face and I tickle her uvula |
| You really think that you’re in love or did you do too much drugs? |
| Did you really think you’re in love or did you do too much drugs? |
| You really think that you’re in love or did you do too much drugs? |
| Did you really think you’re in love or did you do too much drugs? |
| (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) |
| Baby you should keep your tears to yourself (woo) |
| When them hundreds call I don’t answer my cellphone |
| I tried to fuck my pain away but it don’t help (yeah) |
| When you look into my eyes you see a black hole |
| Sometimes them drugs make it worse and sometimes they help |
| I sipped a little but I’m still driving myself home |
| But baby I keep all my tears to myself |
| I understand how it feels to be a black hole |
| Now I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, known to give the best girl the |
| worst day) |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, tried to tell her before I’m not |
| perfect, yeah) |
| I lost all contact with the girls on my contact list |
| Every night praying for peace of mind, but I can only get one wish |
| Leave me, my heart skip a beat like a scratched up compact disc |
| I said that I’d never fall in love, pour the four up, then the bungee cord |
| ripped |
| The pink turn to purple like Grady, ombre |
| Sometimes I feel sick, I need medicine, I do not mind it |
| Radioactive ingredients, I been sippin' ultraviolet |
| Test ride, she wan' meet my buy, no surprise, yeah |
| Baby you should keep your tears to yourself (woo) |
| When them hundreds call I don’t answer my cellphone |
| I tried to fuck my pain away but it don’t help (yeah) |
| When you look into my eyes you see a black hole |
| Sometimes them drugs make it worse and sometimes they help |
| I sipped a little but I’m still driving myself home |
| But baby I keep all my tears to myself |
| I understand how it feels to be a black hole |
| Now I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| I’m running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, known to give the best girl the |
| worst day) |
| Running out of tears, running out of cash to count |
| (Known to give the best girl the worst day, tried to tell her before I’m not |
| perfect, yeah) |