Wale - The Girls On Drugs lyrics

Hey! Happy Festivus everyone! I promise you ain’t never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch (Chorus x4:) We go deep and we don’t get no sleep Cause we be up all night until the early light Man these n***as ain’t serious Do you know what type of women I’ve been dealing with? I used to pop blues with my lil’ b**h I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib? Oh no, these n***as ain’t serious Do you know what type of b**hes I’ve been dealing with? Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush Used to use it to study until she fell in love Told me that lil buzz make her think a lot Told her “Nah you lying, cuz you don’t eat enough” Nah Nah Nah These women ain’t serious She sprinkled a little something up in her lip Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip I’m trying to get me a real woman to take out But for now, they’re wild They rather get it in (Hook:) Girls on d** Girls on d** Girls on d** Pills and such when them beers ain’t enough They still need love (Chorus x2) In her purse where her hand go She disperse by the handful Coco make her go up Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low Bars to break, so many bars to break She at the Grammy’s turnt, none of the stars is fake She like “Oh my God, I’m on the moon and sh**” And my particular moon like a platoon and sh** You know the n***as I be dealing with Politicians and n***as living it on the rip And my position to give this sh** to little kids Is not official unless I’m giving them authentic We’re all living with small demons We’re all sinning, it’s all similar Broads with us and they bong hitting Let me tell you about the b**hes I’ve been chilling with The really insecure ones look good as sh** Nothing fill the void of a little pill A little shot, she ain’t shy when the sh** spill And it’s hard to feel alive when you’re feeling dead inside Beside that the lime light be so real Let me tell you about the b**hes that I kick it with Told me nobody love her so she cut her wrist Not enough for the hospital but cut it close That’s why she want to get high because she’s feeling low Told me pour me a vodka pill and little smoke So I could numb her insides and we will never know (Hook)