Routine (feat. Rosco Flemmings & Jake.Is.Next)

Show me some love don't talk like that

I'm a hot head finna cool off out back

In the pot shed

Smoking my stress get zapped like ray gun

Imma go find my mind in this shot glass

I can hope, know she won’t call, I’m so done with it

Wishing I threw out my phone now the thing ringing

Alcohol help me know more now my head spinning

Wanna go but I'm on pause watching time skipping

Woke up thinking 'bout sleeping

Nicotine pouch, I ain’t thinking bout eating yeah

No change blame the same reasons

Tryna fix old things while the new weakens

My old ways always stay creeping

Wish we weren’t like that guess we gone leave this here

Then we’ll come right back like we ain't been through this

Keeping my pedal my down

I can’t you hear lane changing the speed of sound

Tryna get my 10,000

You always stay crowding

My time and my mental

Ain’t play no games bout it

I been on my bullshit

Ain’t even look round here

On tunnel my vision

My brains never clouded

I keep rising up

I can’t even look down

Cause they drag to the bottom

They trying to drown you

It’s so far

Down

When you get crashing

In my mind

Can’t

Tell you what happened

I just wanna float again

I just wanna float again

I just wanna float again

We know we not gonna miss it

Phenom, I make all the lists

With jake he drink all the twists

Cheech he be making the hits

TV be off on the fritz

Pull up them bitches get wet

You know I ain’t gonna settle now

Folks around here they consider me vet

Sit around thumb on the uzi

Sipping I feel a bit woozy

These bitches tryna seduce me

Just know I be in it for pussy

Know I love bitch with an edge

Know I love my bitches juicy

That girl she give me some head

Fuckin with her cause she loose

Loose yeah like it’s my package

I hit the line and next thing it the mattress

Fucking with her and she look like a actress

And I be out by the end of the day

Fuck what the writers and shit got to say

They don’t got money, whatever they say

And I be stacking the bread on my plate

Till waiter come

Waiter come take it away

Let’s go way up

I don’t wanna talk that stuff

Oh yeah

I’m gone I’m up

I came from the future just like Trunks

I’m lit

Back to back of thinking that I’m on

Never tried to ever do you wrong

Now I’m scared to ever call the phone

Why stay away cause I’m alone

Lie awake when I be at the home

Finding all the reasons I ain’t gone

No one ever tell me where to go

Never wife a stripper or a hoe

Yeah

It’s so far

Down

When you get crashing

In my mind

Can’t

Tell you what happened

I just wanna float again

I just wanna float again

I just wanna float again