Reckless, Abandoned

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Some nights I'm up All night textin' Some nights I go But to who? [Verse 1] Yeah (Yeah), another night at a bar (At a bar) And I kinda get the feelin' I've been goin' too hard, yeah, yeah (Goin' too hard) But baby girl, she a star (She a star) She gon' fuck me if I'm lucky, put it all on my card, yeah, yeah Nights like this, I know I'm more lost Than I'd like to admit to myself (-Self) But I'm young, I'm dumb, I don't give As many fucks as I should about my own health (Health) Pour it up, yeah, that's not enough, yeah I need more, prayin' to the Lord I make it to four, yeah (Yeah) I ain't on the poppin' pills shit, but I've been dealin' with some real shit Fuck all the Dr. Phil shit, I don't really want to feel shit (Shit) Got the medic on the line (Line), he gon' come through with the pint Made the call just for you, said you horny when you high Treat my money like emotions, I spend it all on the potion And my relationships are open, I know it's just a way of copin', I'm tryna find a way to focus (Yeah) [Chorus] You sniff, I don't, I drink, you smoke, baby (Baby!) We will, we gone, I think we both crazy (Crazy!) But fuck it, it don't matter for tonight (Woo) I just want to see myself inside your eyes, underneath all the disguise [Verse 2] A Jacky and Coke (Coke), ignore the fact that you smoke (Smoke) Cigarettes a bummer for your throat Quick to let go of my morals, but shorty's sexy dress is floral (Yeah) She be kissin' other girls Said she wanna try the plural So I've been tryna make referrals (Like) Like, "What about your drunk best friend?", like, "What about my ex-girlfriend?" ([?]) Wait, she don't even call a nigga (Yeah) I chose you over all my niggas I don't want to drink beer no more, I want harder liquor IG story all the pictures, so at least it look lit (Looks lit) Though, legit, we dissolve our livers (Damn) And get drunk, start callin' women Feels pretty shitty, though, shorty real pretty, though (Pretty though) Millennial tryna make a video (Ayy) Don't got a palace, bang it out on a mattress Real player partner, you stripin' straight to the flow (Flow) This that bumpy flow, get fucked up, we in a judgment-free zone (Zone) Just let go, I swear, the club is a self-prescribed clinic Broke niggas payed a hundred at the entrance just to stand near model bitches That they won't talk to (Talk to) Insecurity's a bitch, or you went law school (Law school) I'll pretend I give a shit, some days feel awful (Awful), we just stickin' to the script (Yeah) Gettin' hella bent, barely payin' rent, just give it a week, we'll be back again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] You sniff, I don't, I drink, you smoke, baby (Baby!) We will, we gone, I think we both crazy (Crazy!) But fuck it, it don't matter for tonight (Woo) I just want to see myself inside your eyes, underneath all the disguise [Outro] Some nights, I've been Some nights I've been all night textin' Some nights, I- oh But to who? There's nothing as lonely as Being drunk at 3 AM in a cab Homies are textin' like, "Where are you at?" The radio playin' the songs you just danced to So I figured I'd call you You know, you know, you know You know, you know, you know You know, you know, you know Yeah
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- Khary