Welcome To Chili's

Ay, ay Back against the wall, now I dunno where to go Pick it up, I've been living slow Felt like different individuals In my mind they gone (ay, ay) I been praying on my kneecaps got no feedback (damn) Where my mother fucking weed at? I gotta go, where I been feeling like I'm good, psych I could use another wood, I Feel so misunderstood (damn) Tryna read me like a map Riddle me that Gimme some Ritalin sleep for the wack Work in the night I write better in black I'm quick to react (fuck, damn) Stuck in the dark with my demons (ay) Can't look at mirrors for reasons I couldn't explain 'Cause you wouldn't believe it (ayy) Wish I could go back and fucking delete it I can't, I know I ran, from home Flick on the switch and I light some smoke Think about life in a lesson I wish I knew more So I wouldn't be left all alone I wish I could pause, want it to stop Working on music to help me not drop Painting a picture of brand new intentions I came out the gutter got time on the clock And I gotta escape, back on my toes Dripping in sauce, you can see on my clothes If I R.I.P. now, I be fresher then most Sorry to God I ain't really want smoke Bust down Thotiana She gon' get it if she want it Roll it, flip it, back it up (yeah) Let's fuck around in the Acura I'mma get right to the business 'Cause I'm only here for the nighttime Eat the pussy like it's ice cream I'mma hit it at the right time I'mma throw it all away Running it down, down, down (yeah) I'mma cut straight to the chase Quit fuckin' around, round, round (uh) I'mma pray for my enemies I am exactly what they all pretend to be You niggas tired like Michelin and you from Michigan Typin' away to get all of your disses in (woah) Straight from the gutter, I'm killin' it (woah) Promised my momma I'd get her a Cadillac When we backpacking all over the globe I don't need more I got the Arthur fist for niggas who gon' bring the problems If you want it come and get it 'cause I'm off the vodka And my shorty stupid thick, spicy like Sriracha And she 'bout commas, commas, commas Anything but drama They gave me chains and I showed them how to break those Cold heart with the love, can't fake hoe Never overestimate your self-worth, Get tossed to the curb for a mothafuckin' bank load They ain't like me Oh bitch I noticed and I've been so low with it Honestly I thought I mastered the cloaking device And the Rover is custom So you should come over tonight and bend over I'm faded, bitch I feel amazing I might be in L.A. by the next month, I can't say shit Tell 'em that we Play hella cool but it's serious Honestly probably 'bout to become an anomaly I can see all of this shit from too far, it's binoculars I wish that everything else was this Obvious But it ain't, dawg run quick, fuck Trump, true shit When they ask who's this Pull the motherfuckin' YouTube for the who's who Crowd bitch get hip