You make me feel unreal when you're going through your act Chances slipping through my hand, baby I just want you back I don't know what I should do to make up for the things I lack but everytime you go away my heart's under attacm I feel like Moneybagg Yo got me singing to a glass No Wockesha, just this Gin that I be sipping to the last And its good to the last drop, y'all better believe it anything I put my mind to, you know I'm gon achieve it Got some things that I could tell her, I don't know how she'll receive it you my favorite thing in this world if I ever have to leave it My glass is half full bro but looks can deceiving.... Intoxicated on spirits so it spills into the lyrics Pretty woman scratch my back with nails thats acrylic Spilling drink and now I'm spilling my guts Sometimes I slip away into the bottom of a bottle of bub ain't tryna to be a thug but I know I got the passion Won't let you break my heart and just do me in any fashion Once I was flying high, right now I'm crashing Quest keep progressing he could never be a has been Riding around and I'm getting nigga, riding round in that Aston if you playing round with that money its gon' be a closed casket I never been fucked out a check, I feel like Caskey Got alotta soul so my voice a little raspy Feel like J. Cole, I'll start my own Dreamville Moving slow inside my lucid dream but it seems real