Groupies
Jackson Courtnall
But I don’t know the time
No blood in sight
So I cut up a line
None for these slimes
Rollin now they see me
No room for some groupies
Ppl never back me now they missing out
Never feeling sleepy
Breakfast I eat 30
Always catching problems but I push them down
Maybe I will lose control
Of everything I own
Used love and used to hold
The ones that were so close
Dealing, dripping, drowning right now
Curving all these fake friends, get out
Don’t want this fame, spare me no clout
Feeling lucky, no time for doubt
