Belly - Dab Life

Look, black or white picture, stug in this hard liquor
That type of hide that use to guide with you
That type of view that only God could give you
This is architecture, hard on my slave made of the doctor ?
Every bar is like a hard electure
Like you've been sitting with a wrong professor
I guess I bleed extra
Cigarette burns in the furniture and I let in the ? don't let that hurt ?
Smoke silhouettes, chillin' in the villa stretch
Cherish the moment it could be over in a mollies
Wax by the slab til I collapse from the dabs
She came in the ghost, send her back in the cab like
Dab life, dab life, dab life,
Just pass the motherfucker church
Of course all my bitches doped up like storch
Me, I got also a shit that could tranquilize a horse
Keep a couple porche, park bout the porch
I'm in Miami bout the port
Can't not return, that will be no return
She high and waste it in her high way to short
And all she do is ball like then bitch play sport
Heavy set, use to move in heavy way
You still talking bird boy that's ?
I lift and tell 'em bout another day
I heard my ex bitch swallow by another day
No love and shit, I quit blunts now is, now is, now as, now as
Dab LOS and dub his bitch
That's right, dab life, dab life, dab hitting like a drunk
So I'm smoke and then get drunk, there's no point