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BLACKED OUT (ft. BR4CKETT)
- //Hook: RapBoat//
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Woke up seein’ these racks on the floor
- Chains on my neck make the haters say woah
- Pills in my drink, can’t see in all the smoke
- Two baddies and they both wanna choke
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- //Verse: BR4CKETT//
- Uh, blacked out on the liquor, blacked out when I pulled the trigger
- Driving 105 down the freeway holding the middle finger, I was bitter
- And very much drunk, now let me tell you a story from when I was a punk
- I didn’t like anyone because they feared me for me being me
- So I followed through with their illusion on their opinion on me
- So I went around scaring these kids just because I thought it was funny and rich
- But then one day somebody snitched, so then I had to pull out a switch to get out of a beating
- You may call that cheating but I was fearing of ending up bleeding, I was in needing of a teaching
- So I could know how to act and even as an adult, I still am a ass
- Blacked out with a bottle of wine in my hand driving my car, slamming the gas
- What a dumbass, then I see red and blue lights flicker, my first time getting pulled over
- And it was when I wasn’t fucking sober, I took a mint and scrapped my tongue and hid the bottle
- Ended up getting a warning, as soon as he pulled away I hit the throttle, I guess I didn’t learn from my mistakes
- So I don’t know what it takes, will it take. Bullet in my thigh again? Well I hope not
- Will it take someone taking my pen, well I pray not, I forgot what I was gonna say
- Dont drink and drive like I do, load up the que, and pop a pill for something new
- I wish I knew before I was blacked out, I was practically burying my own grave now
- //Hook: RapBoat//
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Woke up seein’ these racks on the floor
- Chains on my neck make the haters say woah
- Pills in my drink, can’t see in all the smoke
- Two baddies and they both wanna choke
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- //Verse: RapBoat//
- Racks on racks, I can’t even see the floor, creeping out the door
- Two bad bitches boutta eat it like a chore, neck full of ice, I’m colder than the morgue
- Been geekin’ off the pack, fuck what you heard, I don’t never see the back
- Hundred dollar bills and she arches it like a cat, pouring syrup on her back
- I don’t text back, I just leave it on read, got her legs hanging off the bed
- Pour anothef line and my vision’s turning red, take off in a blacked out Benz
- Versace on the lens, fucked her and her friend then I did that shit again
- Money don’t stop, it just pour, still I’m coppin’ out the whole store
- Poppin’ all these Xans till I can’t feel no more, don’t know who I’m looking for
- When I look in the mirror, got the safe outta space and I’m still in first place
- Tell her get low, make it clap on my face, racks falling like rain
- Money never feel strange, hundred on my wrist, hundred more on the brain
- Fuck what it cost, I don’t check no tag, got a whip I can barely drag
- Shawty on my lap, she a freak in the Jag, $50 in my jeans you can feel when I sag
- Plus a hundred in my sock, Dior in her lace, I got diamonds on my Glock
- Two more baddies on a private plane, I’m poppin’ champagne, making it rain
- //Hook: RapBoat//
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Woke up seein’ these racks on the floor
- Chains on my neck make the haters say woah
- Pills in my drink, can’t see in all the smoke
- Two baddies and they both wanna choke
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Racks up, blacked out, don’t know where I’m at
- Shawty wanna throw it back, sitting on my lap
- More up in the bag, everything go black
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