Comma

[Intro]
(I love you, Cardingfraud)

[Chorus: luvbackpack]
Head full of drama, we smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Got a couple chains for the trauma
Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Cannot feel the pain, stay strong

[Verse: quinn]
All blues on me, bitch, I'm toxic
I'm a short emotion prick, you better watch it
This is not it, this is logic
Growin' different types of shrooms in my closet
I got fifty thousand drinks in this carton
I'ma stab that pussy up, like a spartan
Wanna feature with me, you can't even bargain
I'm forgotten, steady rottin'
If you want, I got fifty on this car key
Goin' up, can't nobody fuckin' stop me

[Pre-Chorus: quinn]
Rollin' up in your city
You can't get into the show, it’s a pity
Can't fuck with you, innocent 'til proven guilty
I got green clеan money, but I'm filthy
Really awkward, rеally weird, and I'm witty
Gotta ask mе for permission before filming
(Permission before film— ah)
[Chorus: luvbackpack]
Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Got a couple chains for the trauma
Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Cannot feel the pain, stay strong

[Outro: luvbackpack]
Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Got a couple chains for the trauma
Head full of drama, I'm smokin' nada
Black leather on the jeans in the Honda
Countin' commas, wearin' Prada
Cannot feel the pain, stay strong