Day 1: song.
I think I'm addicted to naked pictures and sitting talkin' 'bout bitches that we almost had, I don't think I'm conscious of making monsters out of the women I sponsor til it all goes bad but shit, it's all good. We threw a party, yeah, we threw a party, bitches came over, yeah, we threw a party, I was just calling 'cause they were just leaving. Talk to me, please, don't have much to believe in, I need you right now, are you down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me, I got some women that's living off me, paid for their flights and hotels, I'm ashamed. Bet that you know them, I won't say no names. After a while, girl, they all seem the same. I've had sex four times this week, I'll explain having a hard time adjusting to fame. Sprite in that mixture, I've been talking crazy, girl, I'm lucky that you picked up, lucky that you stayed on. I need someone to put this weight on. “Well, I'm sorry.” “Are you drunk right now?”