[Lyric] Donda (SadBalmain)

[Intro: Surf]
I love you, Balmain
Love promises (Our way is not our way)
When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', When I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (I'm telling it to you, dyin')
When I get drunk, I feel like dyin'

[Chorus: Surf]
I'm goin' industry now
All of these niggas my enemies now
All of these hoes is into me now
Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now
My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out
The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now
The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now
I miss her, I guess she missin' me now

[Post-Chorus: Surf]
Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda
Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda
Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer
Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca
I put all the pain in drugs and music
Sometimes I wonder why I bother
Sometimes I wonder why I'm alive
Can't find myself, don't got no genre
[Verse: Surf]
Damn, I gotta kill for survival (Damn)
They wanna put me back in an asylum (Yeah)
They put me on pills and said I was wildin' (Yeah, oh)
Do what I want, don't got no guidance (On God)
She eatin' me up, she treat me like Trident (On God)
I'm sippin' on vodka, might get violent (On God)
I stayed in the trap, feel like Bin Laden (On God)
I fuck with the office, I win like Biden
Yeah, I'm an american psycho
Pray to the Bible, I'm not an idol
So many lasers, built like a light show
So much paper, won't fit my bifold
I leave him dead on arrival, why would I show any mercy to rivals? (I love you, Balmain)
I'll make an unknown bitch my bridal
Don't wanna sip no lean, don't like it (It's the real [?], bitch)

[Chorus: Surf]
I'm goin' industry now
All of these niggas my enemies now
All of these hoes is into me now
Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now
My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out
The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now
The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now
I miss her, I guess she missin' me now
[Post-Chorus: Surf]
Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda
Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda
Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer
Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca
My bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic
My wrist too heavy, it's flooded with diamonds
Don't call my phone, I put it on silent
When I get drunk, I feel like dyin'

[Outro: Surf]
When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', when I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (Dying)
When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', (Dying)