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attention - sal houdini lyrics

(verse 1)
they can never reach me ask me how
too high they can’t see me in the clouds
poppin’ pills is easy if you’re down
catchin’ chills it’s breezy all around
f*ckin’ b*tches all week what a dream
models like the ones in magazines
sprite inside the cup with methazine
p*ssy work on me like amphetamine
money is the motive
b*tches come and go with
clout it’s just a known thing
pistol always loaded
said she loves my music
b*tch go and promote it
she talk way too much for how tight that f*ckin’ throat is
been a couple months now
that i ain’t been sober
walkin’ ’round the club with a cup it ain’t soda
rich little snow bunny
diamonds on the choker
i just think it’s so funny
she thinks that i love her
(chorus)
askin’ why i love entertainin’ these questions
because i love the money the fame and attention
i love it when they f*ck me like it’s their profession
i love it when these hoes really crave my attention
you ask me why i bother respondin’ to mentions
because i love the money the fame and attention
i love it when they f*ck me like it’s their profession
i love it when these hoes really crave my attention
oh

(verse 2)
she want a chanel bag
what about them red flags?
what about that piece of your heart that your ex had?
how i know you won’t break me apart if the next ask?
tellin’ me you’ll give me the stars, is you deadass?
do you know i who am?
what makes you think that i need you now when i ain’t need you then?
don’t need your love we could always f*ck and still be friends
’cause what i want isn’t in your pockets or in your heart but between your legs like

(chorus)
askin’ why i love entertainin’ these questions
because i love the money the fame and attention
i love it when they f*ck me like it’s their profession
i love it when these hoes really crave my attention
you ask me why i bother respondin’ to mentions
because i love the money the fame and attention
i love it when they f*ck me like it’s their profession
i love it when these hoes really crave my attention
oh
(verse 3)
why you always got to hold back?
give me what you got or fall back
wrote you but you never wrote back
so i get high till my eyes roll back
people sayin’ i should relax
f*ck it i was bound to relapse
smoke until our lungs collapse
f*ck until you…

- sal houdini lyrics

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