Cold Sweats - Stacks Ruega

Hold up, I don't even know what I want There's a bag of pills And there's a mix of drugs And an uber pulling up front We all know we about to sin So I just wanted to talk If I take it over the edge Just make my landing pad real soft Bitch don't you touch my phone This convos private These drugs just hit my chest Feels like I'm flying Is you seeing double? Cause I'm seeing double Feels like I'm tryna talk to God I'm getting cold sweats Picking up the phone Just to send a text to you You used to be my everything My every little thing on every God damn fucking day Tryna talk to God from the top floor Already did my share so fuck it Ima take some more I've done broke so many hearts With bitches tryna settle scores Lucky I got niggas Tryna keep me on my course Been on this shit so long Forgetting what the day is I'm tryna find God in a face lift With some bitches who just found Their way upstairs from the basement Dear god, why the fuck am I so shameless? Cold sweats Picking up the phone Just to send a text to you You used to be my everything My every little thing on every God damn fucking day I'm getting cold sweats Picking up the phone Just to send a text to you You used to be my everything My every little thing on every God damn fucking day Tryna talk to God But he won't read my texts Tryna talk to God But he won't read my texts Tryna talk to God Tryna talk to God But he won't read my texts Now I'm tryna figure out What to do next Tryna talk to God Tryna talk to God