Westside

Getting my high from cyanide

It's about to kill me

Far from home on the West Side

Everybody healing

Cover my case with the green light

A brief lobotomy

If it's wrong, why do you make it feel right?

Don't make sense to me

I can't stop even if I really try

Feels so predetermined

Can't figure out why good people die

But **** is still alive

I'm talking to you

In the clouds, in the stars with the angels

I'm talking to you

Made the world in a week, I need answers

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I don't have it but I'm excited you brought the questions with you

All the answers, I was guided to paint the proper picture

Prop up the easel

Kindred the preview

Now on my canvas a lioness

Her litter, she loves 'em so tireless

Gave her my word, no requirement

Love

The cost is often large, she will love 'em all

The bright, the dull, the brawn

Plagued with deadly flaws, blessed with will to love

She don't want puppet dolls ('Cause that's not love)

Cries when cubs are thrawed, just might get involved

If they match the love, turn the stone to bread

Wasn't on the plan but that's what she does

That's that love

Forty years wasn't on the calendar

But there's a nightlight in the room

Your pleasure can't gauge what is not in her

Be careful before you assume

Wide is gate that we cubs tend to take

Then we look around wondering what's happening

But there was a cub saying we should rotate

Tryna slow down my pace, so I shot the man

So I shot the man, so I shot the man)

So I shot the man, so I shot the man

So I shot the man, so I shot the man

Aw man

Look what you done did

Look what, look what you done did now

That, that wasn't very evergreen of you

You're acting, you're acting quite a bit deciduous

If I could say so myself

What are we gonna do with you man?

I'm talking to you

In the clouds, in the stars with the angels

I'm talking to you

Made the world in a week I need answers

(I'm talking to you)

Forty years wasn't on the calendar

But there's a nightlight in the room

Your pleasure can't gauge what is not in her

Be careful before you assume

(I'm talking to you)

Forty years wasn't on the calendar

But there's a nightlight in the room

Your pleasure can't gauge what is not in her

Be careful before you assume