Limoncello Lyrics

Look at this my little this my

Yeah a lil medicated at the moment

Eight, nine months still

Eight, nine months still an open case

And its benign if I'm sentenced to a gate

Look at this my little this

Look at this my little this my

I got vomit in my lung bitch

I think I needa make the switch

Its hella vomit in my shit

I put drugs up in the bitch

I'm whippin my 200, I feel free

On my way to give him 200 for some weed

Pick it up in my 200

Then I gave him 200 more for some lean

Bitch is crazy said she'd die for me

Come and pour this lean up and go to the sky with me

Little baby I got juice

Purple deuce I pour this juice up just for you (para ti)

Kinda miss being high

I miss sipping red dyes

I miss burning weed

But I don't miss when I can't eat

Kinda miss pill pop

Never miss taking shot

Miss my throat itching

Like I need a cough drop, I just

I brought a mattress to a pillow fight

My status oh

My status fuck a actress

She just rode my apparatus

Shed a single tear back in September

And my only fear that I won't remember

The importance of events that are just peppered

Throughout my brain with no detail cus I messed up

Scattered recollection of the xan leopard

Scattered recollection of all of the mess up

My perception fucked up of what to develop

Scattered recollection of all of the mess up