Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Gasp
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MC Gasp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MC Gasp
Engineer
Lyrics
No one, on the mic depressed like me
Fuck fine shyt, alr in my seats
Cartier bag, from the devil, I lease
White wine glass, keep her fine ass sleep
She ain even smoke, so I never smoked pot
Nah' I already stopped, take acid get spun
A boy is a gun, so yk I outdone
Myself, I won, overcome, any shun
Money goes bang, like the gun
I don't want the fame, I wan solutions
Look at my tone, you can tell I'm stoned
Never ending problems, I wanna run
Praise the sun"wanna wake up?"
Two after nun, cyclone get bigger
One eye lurking, not a beamer, schemers
All around me, cleanse all of my energy
At the steamer, day dreaming a different life
Dad worried you'll get a misdemeanor
I'm blessed, held a karabiner
Her love hurt, ima fluent dreamer
Redeem the scars you put upon me
And say I'm sorry, I was so young
Artstyle, the only taste of freedom
How much would she go through, to tear it all down
They would do anything, watch you neck man
Never trust no man, with your prayers
Everyone a cheater, everyone dreaming
Everyone a believer, everyone a multi-manipulative misleader
Fuckin on this thot, and I never bring a rubber
Second big bags, full of weed for tomorrow
Never had to borrow, smoke like feins, carry bar code
Know I'm spell bound, think the truth is in disguise
Japanese raw denim, got her feelin up my thighs
Maison Margiela socks, find the treasure in her eyes
I give her butterflies, I advise to the night
So much nicotine, in my place in my pockets
I don't wanna fight ho, why the fuck you mad
I still hate myself, I'm still, calling out fads
Waste my time on you, whole time
Right in front of me, was the answer that I seek
I'm so lost, but I found the key
Written by: MC Gasp