Distractions

(Fuckin' love you, Jordan)

I think about death often

But I do not speak about it, I know there's things that others think about

But do not speak about, that is why distractions are necessary

I don't need water, there's drip on my body

I'm drivin' a Dodge, ain't no need for Bugatti

Shorty got titties the size of a titan

I dive in, pussy hella tighten, uh

Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice, uh, yeah, that shit the truth

I gotta check it, I spend on shoes, huh, yeah, that's how I move

Nonsense, and I don't really talk a lot

I'm a nice Sir Lancelot with armor harder than pans and pots

I'm throwin' shots at any **** throwin' taunts in the parking lot

Or in vicinity, headshots ya Kennedy, head pop an enemy

Bullets, infinity, there is no remedy, why you so Jiminy Cricket?

You shakin', you timid, you scary-ass bitches

I don't think it is healthy to bottle your emotions, but I can't help it

I cannot talk about it, I cannot talk about it

I don't wanna talk about it, leave me alone

Leave me alone, I don't wanna to talk

Distractions

I don' smoke, I'm a sober man, huh

Eat that ass like a Doberman

Laughing always hides the pain

Bob the Builder, build an L, I'm raisin' hell

I'm out the shell like Bowser, huh

Bitch you up, but can't you tell? I'm sorta cell

With both Android powers on

Pop out the wrist, bet you don't got this

All these bands in my wallet, I dropped outta college

She hop on a dick on some bicycle shit

And I flow like a faucet, I know you acknowledge

I feel like Mufasa with power, the beat is the prey and a **** devour

Yum

High like I'm off o' the sour, um, hope I don't crash in a tower, yuh

It's crazy how annoying it can be or how annoying it can get to get

Asked the same question when something's wrong

But then to also be hurt if no one asks the question at all

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Back the fuck up, need my space, bruh

Why you pressed? Why you pressed? Give it rest, give it rest

Fuck a therapist, fuck a therapist

Suck a pair o' dicks

Fuck a therapist, fuck a therapist

Yo, we're gonna die, destination uncertain

But you can stick to believin' in your version

But we do not know, we do not know where we all go

When the eyes close

Pull back the curtain and see, pull back the curtain and see

Only if you're curious, fear the question, furious soul