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[Chorus]
Bags on me
With that sack on me
Got it here what you need, woah
Got that bag on me
Couple sacks on me
Got it here what you need, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Dancing with the
I'm dancing with the, I'm dancing with the motherfucking devil
Said I'm dancing with the
I'm dancing with the, I'm dancing with the motherfucking devil

[Verse 1]
Smoking on good, what did you need?
Popping these pills, lit like a fein
She gone wanna fuck then go repeat
Never no love, what did you think?
What do I need, need, need
Where would I be, be, be
Without these drugs, without these drugs
So stuck in between, so stuck in between
And I been on ghost, and I been on go
They hitting my line and doing the most
Been feeling alone, emotionally torn
I'm popping like five and smoking a zone
What do I need, need, need
Where would I be, be, be
Without these drugs, without these drugs
So stuck in between, so stuck in between, yuh