PLASTIC BAGZ Ruben Slikk (Ft. Matt Stoops)

[Verse 1: Matt Stoops]
Woke up this mornin' wonderin' where the fuck I be tomorrow
This life's a bitch and you don't know where it'll be tomorrow
And I never know where to follow, the sad sorrows
I'm not knowin' how life could be so damn hollow
Feelin' all alone inside, my nigga
Not knowin' where to hide
Shit got me sad, I think a nigga 'bout to cry
I just wanna fuckin' die
And tell the world I said my motherfuckin' last goodbye

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Ruben Slikk & Damon Albarn & Ruben Slikk]
They're just little pink plastic bags (Chyeah, go, christ money, chyeah)
Blowing on the highway alone (Highway, yeah)
They don't know where they'll go
They'rе just gonna float out (Yeah, Slikk, chyeah, christ money, chyеah)

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Babygirl, I'm like the old school
Mixed wit' the new school protools
Bitch, I own you
Came through with the zona too
Holdin' up the chronic smoke
And this fuckin' bitch wanna go wit' you, uh

[Chorus: Damon Albarn, Ruben Slikk & Damon Albarn & Ruben Slikk]
They're just little pink plastic bags
Blowing on the highway alone (Yeah, traffic life)
They don't know where they'll go
They're just gonna float out (Yeah, yeah, float out, oh-oh-oh)