Tekst Utworu

Ya'll thought I was dead? Ya'll thought it was over? Ya'll crazy I'm the crazy one? You're fucking crazy bro Fucking nuts bro, what the fuck Maaaan What the fuck Look, uh, young hermit Shoot around, no gun permit Keep asking if these drugs working Sober acting like a drunk person Having fun swerving (skrrt) Kinda look like I'm merging, but I'm not Pulled over started cursing at the cops Fucking up a person in the lot While I'm burning up the pot Shit I'm probably crazy, I mean Probably maybe schizo Shit so, i find it comedy lately I mean, I honestly maybe been bonkers since I was born Some this ain't something you can just copy up in a song yeah Still the old heads biting Everyone i meet wanna flow just like him Shit, I guess it's a compliment You make Ye in the west Then it's common sense I don't compromise for some common cent Smell bullshit, that's a common scent Labels compliment, but where these commas at? I'm going raw dawg like where these condoms at? Me and Freddie in the whip Chucky go and cop backwoods If the car full motherfuckers can't lap us I could probably run around the whole track backwards All we do is burn shit and laugh at wack rappers Book bag on us like some fucking backpackers Tied a bitch up in the truck, that's trapping All I do is really spoke a word, that's snapping Show up to your crib with a mask, that's catfish Ah, holla at me MTV I'm tryna pick up little kids in an empty V I'm tryna get Obama number, send an mp3 Of me singing off key "fuck the FCC" Nah, I take that back That was rude, I'm sorry I'm still tryna get in the illuminati Me and Trump doing donuts in a new bugatti I think Hillary is feeling me we do pilates together But she more like my aunt I had to quit the coke, kept tryna fight my mom's I don't really give a fuck about my life or nun I'm just tryna turn a chick in to a dyke or some, but Maybe that's a lie, I'm kinda psycho I'm hearing different voices, I don't know which is mine Is it rape if she let me fuck a couple times? Is it fake if I only wrote a couple rhymes Fuck a date, man I'm interupting couple time Like, yo shawty is a slut and she fuck for lines And I don't really give a fuck, I don't think it matters Lately meth been fucking up my sleeping patterns And I hate a rapper, your favorite rapper Pretend I'm gay just to date rape a rapper If he talk shit then the AK'll splatter Doing PCP running around, naked after (uh) Yeah my life it's fucked up, yeah And I don't give a fuck, that's real shit I'm getting to the point I don't feel shit I'm up at CVS tryna steal shit Got a Coke bottle in my shirt Acting like I'm just fat Manager like put it all back I'm just lookin' at em "Man, fuck that" Turn around like "Matt, tell me where my gun at" Thug life, I would get it on my stomach But I already got it tat of Martha Stewart right above it Random night, I don't even remember it Im withdrawaling off coke tryna keep it together I got a itch uh, I got a itch dawg I mean, I cry myself to sleep like a bitch dawg Cause I really wasn't tryna kill the last girl Shit, it only started off as a slit dawg Now i got all of this blood on my shit dawg Royal blues, am I a blood or am I a crip, dawg? Set trippin but I'm really tryna trip dawg But I almost killed myself off the cig, dawg Where is Hurricane Chris dawg Tell'em hit me up, we can make a hit dawg Ay bay bay remix featuring the kid dawg Im at kfc hollering at thick jawns I'm a sick one I'm with a Vixen Watching Netflix, tryna pick some Talking to the voices like, should I kill her G Or wait Maybe she might give it up willingly, who know (Ayy that was nice, that was tight) Yeaah, who knows (I don't know, who knows?) Ayy, who knows (that's catchy, that's catchy) Yeaah, who knows (who knows) Look, Man y'all shouldn't never let me get popping It all started when I took an oxicontin Now I'm like the lightskin Dennis Rodman Inviting friends over so I just can rob them I've never had shit so I got problems I jerk off just so I don't rape bitches Make bitches run while you go chase bitches Don't smoke on me, all I do lace swisher's I wake up and forget who I am sometimes All the voices in my head are my friends sometimes (hey) I talk to them any time I need to feel ok (I'm here) Sometimes I'm like "Wait, shit are they real or fake?" Who knows? (I'm real, bro, you went trough this already, you know, you know me, you know who I am dawg, it's me man, what the fuck)
Writer(s): Clayton Thorogood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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