Balled out lyrics

[Intro: Mac Demarco, $ignificance]
"-Simply being alive has been rough
Know she won't be gone forever
There are many times I find it feels that way-"

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

[Verse 1: $ignificance]
I swear
I feel like a John Doe
The b*tches ain't hitting my phone, no
So I expose myself to the old hoes
The love that I'm searching can't find, no

[Verse 2: $ignificance]
I'm blowing my smoke
Pipe made from oak
Like coffee and mocha
My demons awoke, shall not provoke
Think I'm gon' rogue
Need b*tches from Vogue
Call up my folk, but nothing was spoke
Relationship broke
Weed make me choke
f*cked up on Coke
She said imma, 'joke'
She think imma joke
Yeah, woah

[Chorus: $ignificance]
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
On a fake b*tch, wit' some fake tits, and some fake lips, got 'em fake hips
No, she ain't sh*t
Nah, nah
No, she ain't sh*t
No
(Yeah,)

[Verse 3: $ignificance]
You need to teach what was taught
They tryna cope what I bought
Still out here smoking my pot
Start digging this skinny ass thot
Concerned?
I'm probably not
I swear
We'll never get caught, never get dropped, never get knocked, never take loss
Still up on top
Still won't talk to a cop
I promise the Glock is a prop
b*tch gimme top, til' I'm gon' drop, til' I say stop
She don't wanna stop
She think that I'm hot
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah

[Chorus: $ignificance]
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch
Balled out on a bad b*tch

Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah