Ever had one of those nights where you say things you don't mean? Smokepurpp sure has, and he's here to spill the beans. In this candid confessional, he admits that his sweet nothings were fueled by a cocktail of substances—Xanax, Percocet, and mushrooms. Our protagonist reveals that his declarations of love were more about getting lucky than genuine affection. As the haze clears, he realizes those "I love yous" were as real as a unicorn sighting. It's a humorous yet sobering reminder that sometimes our inebriated selves have a lot to say—and even more to regret.
