Donda

Lyrics

[Intro: Surf] I love you, Balmain Love promises (Our way is not our way) When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', When I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (I'm telling it to you, dyin') When I get drunk, I feel like dyin' [Chorus: Surf] I'm goin' industry now All of these niggas my enemies now All of these hoes is into me now Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now I miss her, I guess she missin' me now [Post-Chorus: Surf] Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca I put all the pain in drugs and music Sometimes I wonder why I bother Sometimes I wonder why I'm alive Can't find myself, don't got no genre [Verse: Surf] Damn, I gotta kill for survival (Damn) They wanna put me back in an asylum (Yeah) They put me on pills and said I was wildin' (Yeah, oh) Do what I want, don't got no guidance (On God) She eatin' me up, she treat me like Trident (On God) I'm sippin' on vodka, might get violent (On God) I stayed in the trap, feel like Bin Laden (On God) I fuck with the office, I win like Biden Yeah, I'm an american psycho Pray to the Bible, I'm not an idol So many lasers, built like a light show So much paper, won't fit my bifold I leave him dead on arrival, why would I show any mercy to rivals? (I love you, Balmain) I'll make an unknown bitch my bridal Don't wanna sip no lean, don't like it (It's the real [?], bitch) [Chorus: Surf] I'm goin' industry now All of these niggas my enemies now All of these hoes is into me now Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now I miss her, I guess she missin' me now [Post-Chorus: Surf] Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca My bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic My wrist too heavy, it's flooded with diamonds Don't call my phone, I put it on silent When I get drunk, I feel like dyin' [Outro: Surf] When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', when I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (Dying) When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', (Dying)