Delusions - AOTA

She fucking me up She pouring the cup then mixing it up We leaving the club I'm falling in love she got me in love I don't need much Cuz it might be lust and that is enough Tell me what's love How cold is my touch I'm feeling numb I'm feeling numb from you See you looking right through And my cup is diluted Or it's my delusions She say the night isn't over she wanna light up the doja we never sober Heart is so cold but you make me feel the emotion we getting closer Time moving slower I'm tryna keep my composure I always told her I'll get a Rover prove to my city that I am the one you should know Never sober If we got love on the low I guess we won't know till it's over She fucking me up She pouring the cup then mixing it up We leaving the club I'm falling in love she got me in love I don't need much Cuz it might be lust and that is enough Tell me what's love How cold is my touch I'm feeling numb How cold is my touch lil shawty One more cup in my body Never had love for nobody Oh oh no One more dance then I'm leaving One more chance for the feeling Never had me thinking like this before Too fucked up from my delusions And I don't know if we gon last Girl I want you in my future But I'm stuck up on the past Hit the afterparty you don't have to want me Bring that body We be off Bacardi and I want that body All to myself

That girl the girl of my dreams Im never lyin when Im telling niggas That me and her really in sync I'm havin delusions Cus we not together And she doesn't know what I think She don't need to know what I think Imma buy that girl a Cuban link (Yeah) I told her I want her so bad And she said that we can't Be together but Maybe we should be I told her we look good together She sayin that what if we wouldn't But what if we would be I told her that we would look good She said that we could Yea lil baby we could be I told her I want her so bad And she said we gon be together And that's how it should be I hit from the back And she screamin like Damn lil nigga You all up inside of my belly I'm blockin up all of these niggas Cus I don't got time For these haters to be on my celly Niggas gon watch when she walk But I cannot blame em Lil Nigga she walk it like jelly (Yeah) (Yeah yeah) She walk it like jelly I'm foldin these niggas I'm fryin em up I'm cookin em up I done made em a omelet I live on the moon I reach for the stars I see my lil baby I call her my comet I be on the gram But I'm not gon open yo dm Cus I could care less bout yo comment (Yeah yeah) (Care less bout yo comment) That girl the girl of my dreams (Yeah) I'm never lyin when I'm tellin niggas That me and her really in sync I'm havin delusions Cus we not together And she doesn't know what I think She don't need to know what I think Imma buy that girl a Cuban link (Yeah)

In unfortunate news, the singer known as PERISHED HART has died from suspected Suicide, more details to come This is fucking crazy How is anyone supposed to handle all this shit? Just give me some guidance Shut your fucking mouth all I need is silence I be flying higher than a kamikaze Get so fucking high I don't know where the sky is Put my Lamborghini into autopilot Nah I'm fucking, bitch I drive a Honda Pilot Schizophrenic let's remember how to end it In the meantime pop a couple dozen Xanax And a fifth of rum or vodka it's a preference Relax, this will only take a couple seconds My biggest goal is making fucking bangers, like this Like that, listen, screaming out of fucking anger I wanna fade to black with a platinum plaque Or are these just delusions of grandeur? Hold my hand while I burn in hell But you let go It made me sad for a spell Then I realized that it never mattered I be flying higher than a kamikaze Get so fucking high I don't know where the sky is Put my Lamborghini into autopilot Nah I'm fucking, bitch I drive a Honda Pilot Schizophrenic let's remember how to end it In the meantime pop a couple dozen Xanax And a fifth of rum or vodka it's a preference Relax, this will only take a couple seconds