[Intro: FBG Goat]
Cross my heart
Hope I die
[?] (David, wake up)
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you niggas like 0 and 3
[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
[?] pain [?] but it don't break no real nigga
My promoter told me she wanna rolex before she leave this earth
I'm havin' conversations with a person that I can't even see no more (Rest in peace)
I'm puttin' these hoes in rotation 'cause I can't find love no more
Comin' up, only had channel three, five, ten, and twenty-four (On God)
Wanted a new floor model TV and eatin' cheese toast
Young nigga tryna maintain focus, I was takin' trips in that Ford Foucs
Most of these hoes gangrene, a lotta these bitches they bogus
Elliante diamonds on my throat, fuck around and hit the blogs with you ho
Feelin' like Jeepers Creepers, I heard it was cheaper to keep her
Coco Chanel bags, she got baby hairs with the diamond ring on
Spent 17 days and 17 nights with the Puerto-Rican
Cross my heart
Hope I die
[?] (David, wake up)
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you niggas like 0 and 3
[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
[?] pain [?] but it don't break no real nigga
My promoter told me she wanna rolex before she leave this earth
I'm havin' conversations with a person that I can't even see no more (Rest in peace)
I'm puttin' these hoes in rotation 'cause I can't find love no more
Comin' up, only had channel three, five, ten, and twenty-four (On God)
Wanted a new floor model TV and eatin' cheese toast
Young nigga tryna maintain focus, I was takin' trips in that Ford Foucs
Most of these hoes gangrene, a lotta these bitches they bogus
Elliante diamonds on my throat, fuck around and hit the blogs with you ho
Feelin' like Jeepers Creepers, I heard it was cheaper to keep her
Coco Chanel bags, she got baby hairs with the diamond ring on
Spent 17 days and 17 nights with the Puerto-Rican
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