Hardtimes
DAMN I THINK
PEOPLE TALK ABOUT ME
MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHYT
SO NOW I DRINK
GET HIGH
SO NOW I'M THAT LADY ON THE MOON
I'M THAT LADY ON THE MOON
I FLOAT HIGH
MY CLOUDS ARE NOWHERE NEAR ME
SO MY MIND IS CRAZY
CRUSH A LITTLE BIT
DRINKING MY DREAMS AWAY
BLOWING MY HIGH UP & DOWN
LIKE THAT ROLLER COASTER I CAN'T CONTROL
I'M THAT LADY ON THE MOON
PEOPLE SAY YOU HAVE HARDTIMES
BUT THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
ALL THAT PAIN IS CRAZY
THAT'S WHY I FLOAT
SO I'M THAT LADY ON THE MOON
AS I BLOW MY BLUNT
AND DRINK THAT DRINK
I'M THAT LADY ON THE MOON
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