Song parody of
i got attached, now i can't get away
by Shuddeye
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Yea
(She in love with the drugs)
(You could serve her a plate)
Yea
Yea
(I got attached)
(Now I can't get away)
(By the end of the day)
(Things that I say)
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
I'm on a plane
And it's at lift off speed
I got a chain
And that shit drips off me
All of my clothes are looking way too clean
ZillaKami show
That shit was way to mean
I'm counting bread
I'm counting cheese
I'm in my bed
Or I'm with my team
I'm in my head
And I fucking scream
Under my flesh
Sound does not leave
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
She's in love with the drugs
You could serve her a plate
She got a rich fuckin dad
With a brand new estate
One twenty five on the dash
With some tinted out plates
Yeah this bitch bouta crash
But she ain't hitting no brakes
Yea yea yea
(I'm on a plane)
(And it's at lift off speed)
(I got a chain)
(And that shit drips off me)
(All of my clothes are looking way too clean)
Yea
(She in love with the drugs)
(You could serve her a plate)
Yea
Yea
(I got attached)
(Now I can't get away)
(By the end of the day)
(Things that I say)
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
I'm on a plane
And it's at lift off speed
I got a chain
And that shit drips off me
All of my clothes are looking way too clean
ZillaKami show
That shit was way to mean
I'm counting bread
I'm counting cheese
I'm in my bed
Or I'm with my team
I'm in my head
And I fucking scream
Under my flesh
Sound does not leave
I got attached
Now I can't get away
Imma turn to a mess
By the end of the day
Why do you Laugh
At the things that I say
It just makes me so mad
You don't listen to me
She's in love with the drugs
You could serve her a plate
She got a rich fuckin dad
With a brand new estate
One twenty five on the dash
With some tinted out plates
Yeah this bitch bouta crash
But she ain't hitting no brakes
Yea yea yea
(I'm on a plane)
(And it's at lift off speed)
(I got a chain)
(And that shit drips off me)
(All of my clothes are looking way too clean)
