Drown In My Styrofoam Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]
[Am](Fan[Dm]tom)
You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my [Am]Louboutins and all my
Yeezys
That ain't nothing,
I really [Dm]hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment,
have fun with that [Am]designer, [G]bit[Am]ch
I [Dm]just want you beside me just
like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on [Am]side
me just like my gun is
I wish [Dm]he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I [Am]drown in this styro[Dm]foam tonight? Yeah,
yeah
And float [Am]up to the top of the ice,
yeah, [Dm]yeah

[Verse 2]
Chain on flawless
My brain on [G]"cross 'em"
[Am]Block on choppers
My life on [Dm]problems
My bitch on toxic
Free Osama, one word
[Am]Bodies, bodies, [Dm]bodies, bodies
Come out that hellhole, I'm Rich Porter,
Roddy
She told me [Am]first
night don't exist
But shawty gon' bust somethin' for
the [Dm]kid
And one day, we all fall [G]down
[Am]Welcome to the gun- smoke [Dm]town
Spin out the 'Bach, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail, but
the GOAT need rest
[Am]Thinkin' I'm needin'
an ambulance
I'm bleedin' [Dm]Actavis, no, you
ain't havin' it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, [G]I know I'm an addict
[Am]And girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searchin'

[Verse 3]
You broke [Dm]my heart into a million pieces
I left my [Am]Louboutins and all my
Yeezys
That ain't nothing,
I really [Dm]hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment,
have fun with that [Am]designer, [G]bit[Am]ch
I [Dm]just want you beside
me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on [Am]side
me just like my gun is
I wish [Dm]he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in [G]this Styro[Am]foam to[Dm]night? Yeah,
yeah
And float [Am]up to the top of the ice,
yeah, yeah

[Verse 4]
Got some [Dm]models in the room,
some in the lobby
[G]Fucked around and[Am] soaked the game and this
shit ain't dried [Dm]yet
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this
[Am]Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house,
[Dm]narcs been tryna bomb it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun,
I don't even semi- lack
Fuck a gold plaque,
I want my nigga back
Catch him on holiday eve and we
go right at him
I got some opps in the [Am]streets and I got
some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I [Dm]changed,
why do not nobody think
A nigga just working harder?
I'm still [G]fightin' charges
[Am]Didn't come this far for nothin',
I'm a worthless star

[Verse 5]
You broke [Dm]my heart into a million pieces
I left my [Am]Louboutins and all my
Yeezys
That ain't nothing,
I really hope you bleach [Dm]'em
Burn up my garment,
[G]have fun with that [Am]designer, bitch
I just want you be[Dm]side me just like my cup is,
girl
I want Ceelo on side
me just like [Am]my gun is
I wish he [Dm]never left, I gotta ask myself
Would [G]I drown [Dm]in this Styrofoam tonight? Yeah,
yeah
And float up to the top [G]of the ice, [Dm]yeah, [G]yeah