This is as far as it goes
This the end of the road
This the end of the rope
The other end of the throat
"It's suicidal", she wrote
This is the end of the show, it's over
We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma

We don't love these hoes, our hearts got colder
It's hard out here for a lonely stoner
I know I'm doin' drugs, but so what?
Just pray to God, I never throw up
I pray to God, my plug got pour up
I pray to God, my plug still show up
I know the last time we tried to rob him
He lucky, bro'nem ain't f***in' off him

This is as far as it goes
This the end of the road
This the end of the rope
The other end of the throat
"It's suicidal", she wrote
This is the end of the show, it's over
We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma

I'm smokin' dope 'til I'm in a coma
The moon rock on me, I love the aroma
I get so high that I'm in the clouds with the fallen angels
Demons with halos

She love the coke but not Coca-Cola
But she'll still pop it like a soda for ya
Her name rings bells like a Motorola
I lay the b***h off like I'm her employer

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