Limit - Drunk Text lyrics

[Hook] I still get Drunk texts from my old chick New clothes in my old whip Cruising round this city like I ain't worried bout old sh** I know that you numbing your feelings For real girl I know how you feeling But you just keep hitting my line I guess that you think this is healing you [Verse 1: Limit] You think that, everything should go your way Cup full of sprite, so you mixed it with grape You been out here exploring to cover the taste I know that you wasted, I know that you hate me To keep it one hundred girl you was my everything That one in forever thing I guess we just healing in different ways Ok, know you blowing up my line every night For a little bit of closure but I been staying in the house, on the couch Writing songs for a little bit of closure, so I been missing your calls Voicemails tell me how you feeling overall Cause I know as soon as a young n***a pick up I'll get shot up just like the kids buying skittles I'm over it all [Bridge] Money doesn't grow from trees But maybe this is all we need Money doesn't grow from trees But maybe this is [Hook] I still get Drunk texts from my old chick New clothes in my old whip Cruising round this city like I ain't worried bout old sh** I know that you numbing your feelings For real girl I know how you feeling But you just keep hitting my line I guess that you think this is healing you [Verse 2: Limit] I know that your momma don't trust them n***as Well now neither do you After a mile, you wearing her shoes And now just like your momma you turning to booze Ok, I wanted to help But your momma said she would k** me herself If I ever came back So I never came back I hope that you understand that Cause for real, I don't understand it Even when I try and stand back This was never how I planned it I hope that you understand that Cause for real, I don't understand that Even when I try and stand back This was never how I planned it [Bridge] Money doesn't grow on trees But maybe this is all we need Money doesn't grow on trees But maybe this is [Hook] I still get Drunk texts from my old chick New clothes in my old whip Cruising round this city like I ain't worried bout old sh** I know that you numbing your feelings For real girl i know how you feeling But you just keep hitting my line I guess that you think this is healing you [Bridge] Money doesn't grow on trees But maybe this is all we need Money doesn't grow on trees But maybe this is