87 Bitches

[Verse 1]
Feelin' strange
Can't control it

Tell me what the issue is
When you don't know what to call it
I got 87 bitches
That so lovin' me ballin'

When I'm stuck in it
Tryna get myself off-- bottom
I can't help myself, but--

[Chorus]
Tell me what the issue is
When you don't know what to call it
I got 87 bitches
That so lovin' me ballin'

When I'm stuck in it
Tryna get myself off the bottom
I can't help myself but live up on that glass stain bottle

To control myself
'Cause I don't know what help
I can't control myself
At all, at all

[Verse 2]
Ring, ring, that's a new missed call
Probably my manager, I'm not involved with tomfoolery
You and me know just how the shit go
Dance around the pole just likе a motherfuckin' disco
That bitch know I got shit on my plate already

Missеd me last time, I was already ready
For a night on the town
With the suit and the gown
Maybe that could cover up the brown soot and the frown
Up on my face

The place to be is back home
Zonin' in my feelings 'cause I'm already grown
And it's bullshit
Call me back
3 AM, it's not for me
Missed the fuckin' mark just like I'm Stevie Wonder shootin' ski
Usually it's LTE but had to switch the signal
'Cause bitches catchin' up to me was drownin' out the syndrome
Which chose the place to be, and not mine
Fuck a noose, I would rather hang myself online

[Chorus]
Tell me what the issue is
When you don't know what to call it
I got 87 bitches
That so lovin' me ballin'

[Verse 3]
Wait, wait, look
Grab the microphone and hit it from the behind
Rewind and be kind to those that know the missed times
Can't be gotten back in the place of something abysmal
Like feelin' a track you dropped just to open an empty Distro
Kid, the kid knows that his flows are so golden
Froze over whole states in a matter of brief moments

My briefcase can only fit whatever I decide
A bag of treats and my belongings from where I reside
Tryna find happiness in places where it don't exist
What do I get back? A bag of fucking bricks
A loving bitch that never knew shit except the warzone
So flip the switch and let the lion loose about this [?]

[Chorus]
Tell me what the issue is
When you don't know what to call it
I got 87 bitches
That so lovin' me ballin'

When I'm stuck in it
Tryna get myself off the bottom
I can't help myself but live up on that glass stain bottle

To control myself
'Cause I don't know what help
I can't control myself
At all, at all

I can't control myself
'Cause I don't know what help
I can't control myself
At all, at all