W.C.G. CunninLynguists (Ft. Natti)

[Intro]
She moved her chair up to the stage
Her Hasselblad was on her knees
Watch her eyes, she looks so happy
See her smile
Oh I know it's not for me
Wheelchair groupie, oh, wheelchair groupie
She moved her chair up to the stage
Her Hasselblad was on her knees
She moved her chair up to the stage
Her Hasselblad was on her knees

[Verse I: Natti]
This is some true shit
You won't ever believe it but you gon believe it
Because I'm gonna paint it for you
The show's packed like immigrants in project tenements
[? ] detect the remnants [?] for ligaments
I glance in the stage at my drunk, screamin' folks
My eyes drop, but [?] 20 [?]
With a dame on top, with her name on the top
And she cruisin' the underground with her game on cock
I'mma walk to her, talk to her cause I'm high and neg'lint
The thought of a paraplegic groupie is quite unsettlin'
But she made an ass out of me and 'umption
When she told me she broke three bones stage jumpin'
At her own show cause her own flow was quite the shit
I blazed her, she blazed me, we swapped and spit
And it gets greater later when the herbs in her lungs
I was [?], inebriated, with burns on my tongue
Session burned, lesson learned, with resin on my thumbs
Sometimes the future can have you in the present looking dumb