[Lyric] Deadman Wonderland (Ro Ransom)

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Mark is in the living room he's breaking down a swisher
I got that lemonade elixir, you know
I showed up with that
What you see that ain't a ghost, Nah
Sure enough, I'm back
I Know your secrets baby
I see them right behind your smile
I know your secrets baby
You a girl gone wild
Freshest nigga out, going hammer
That's your girlfriend? Man excuse my manners
Left your morals at the crib, the music too loud
Come get it how you live
Ain't no regrets allowed
I'm Ro, cold than an eskimo
Kick back and observe, I finesse the flow
Skirt high, but the top, of the dress is low
Now she tripping, she ain't never done ex before
I told her you go girl, that's all you
Let's skip them games, what you wanna do
A whole lot of eyes and they all on us
While she dancing on me, like she trying to make me fall in love
Saying
[Hook: M.I.A Sample]
How many shots without a chase
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
How many mash up and in a haze
How many wacky dip; Boyz there
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
How many shots without a chase

[Verse 2]
It's gets real when niggas wanna party 'til the sun comes out
Everybody faded, Welcome to the rotten apple lifestyle
Where everybody jaded
Alot of niggas play pretendin' this shit
When you winning they all wanna be your friend in this shit
Spanish girls, white girls,black girls
Asian girls going in, it's looking like the UN in this bitch
Rap game it's the end of this shit
Ask me how much I spent on this fit
Everybody steal my style how much y'all want me to lend to this shit?
Getting money now, Drew poppin' Rose
And I bet she gon' do anything that Ro say
I'm tired and I'm tripping
She higher than a pigeon
I wanna take you home but
That requires your permission
There's liquor on the floor and
There's a fire in the kitchen
And bet tomorrow night
They gon' do it all over again
1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4
Homegirl in the tights shouldn't drink anymore
But all she wanna do now is put it on the floor
She'll pay the price for whatever these niggas got in store
[Hook]
How many shots without a chase
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
How many mash up and in a haze
How many wacky dip; Boyz there
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na
How many shots without a chase

[Outro]
I dream about the same shit every night
So eithers something's wrong or something's right
Well fuck that what it is for tonight
What it is for tonight