[Chorus: PRAX] You're lying to my face like I don't know at all I'm not the broke boy that you used to know Smoking, drinking 'til my death, you gon' see me fall Burn my soul with the ethanol Room full of niggers, we all drinking liquor Trap house shit, selling drugs, tryna find a way to get bigger She only want a nigga with the big figures I don't...Learn More