Lyrics Drunk Text - RichLife Dynasty, Limit

Drunk Text

I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain’t worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl I know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you
You think that, everything should go your way
Cup full of sprite, so you mixed it with grape
You been out here exploring to cover the taste
I know that you wasted, I know that you hate me
To keep it one hundred girl you was my everything
That one in forever thing
I guess we just healing in different ways
Ok, know you blowing up my line every night
For a little bit of closure but
I been staying in the house, on the couch
Writing songs for a little bit of closure, so
I been missing your calls
Voicemails tell me how you feeling overall
Cause I know as soon as a young nigga pick up
I’ll get shot up just like the kids buying skittles
I’m over it all
Money doesn’t grow from trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn’t grow from trees
But maybe this is
I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain’t worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl I know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you
I know that your momma don’t trust them niggas
Well now neither do you
After a mile, you wearing her shoes
And now just like your momma you turning to booze
Ok, I wanted to help
But your momma said she would kill me herself
If I ever came back
So I never came back
I hope that you understand that
Cause for real, I don’t understand it
Even when I try and stand back
This was never how I planned it
I hope that you understand that
Cause for real, I don’t understand that
Even when I try and stand back
This was never how I planned it
Money doesn’t grow on trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn’t grow on trees
But maybe this is
I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain’t worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl i know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you
Money doesn’t grow on trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn’t grow on trees
But maybe this is