Austin Skinner - no1 left 2 blame Lyrics

I feel like I've been up for some days
I just took a pill so I could go and numb the pain
I just hope my bro gon shine like me and make it thru the day
I got drank its on the way I'm finna plank
They been asking questions they detectives like they Hank
My bitch actin bad ina bed ima spank
When we sliding on yo block we sliding ina tank
You know when you got nobody left who can you blame?
You the type to shoot yo man and call that shit a prank
I'm the type to run a mill and split it with the gang
I just made a hit up in the studio Ima crank
Point at your brain you gon call out you like wait
It's just me my bitch we goin out on different dates
I send out a missile to your side I hope it hit your brain
I bump in the SRT and I go sliding thru the rain
I know I got enemies but I got Glocks that blow your face
I just keep my baby girl with me den she gon keep me sane
I poured up another line of Tris so I cant feel the pain
I must keep my pistol on my side that bitch gon keep me safe
Really Rich Junkies Ima pop that pill I know its laced
I feel like I've been up for some days
I just took a pill so I could go and numb the pain
I just hope my bro gon shine like me and make it thru the day
I got drank its on the way I'm finna plank
They been asking questions they detectives like they Hank
My bitch actin bad ina bed ima spank
When we sliding on yo block we sliding ina tank
You know when you got nobody left who can you blame?

I feel like I've been up for some days
I just took a pill so I could go and numb the pain
I just hope my bro gon shine like me and make it thru the day
I got drank its on the way I'm finna plank
They been asking questions they detectives like they Hank
My bitch actin bad ina bed ima spank
When we sliding on yo block we sliding ina tank
You know when you got nobody left who can you blame?
You the type to shoot yo man and call that shit a prank
I'm the type to run a mill and split it with the gang
I just made a hit up in the studio Ima crank
Point at your brain you gon call out you like wait
It's just me my bitch we goin out on different dates
I send out a missile to your side I hope it hit your brain
I bump in the SRT and I go sliding thru the rain
I know I got enemies but I got Glocks that blow your face
I just keep my baby girl with me den she gon keep me sane
I poured up another line of Tris so I cant feel the pain
I must keep my pistol on my side that bitch gon keep me safe
Really Rich Junkies Ima pop that pill I know its laced
I feel like I've been up for some days
I just took a pill so I could go and numb the pain
I just hope my bro gon shine like me and make it thru the day
I got drank its on the way I'm finna plank
They been asking questions they detectives like they Hank
My bitch actin bad ina bed ima spank
When we sliding on yo block we sliding ina tank
You know when you got nobody left who can you blame?