歌词
Burning through the money cuz we sick of that
Burning through the money cuz we get it back
If we in a drought we still gone make it stack
I can start to float off this hidden pack
I see three dimensions in my outer limits
Hard for me to focus when my brain is missing
I just wanna find a way to end this quick
Look into my future I'mma make it switch
I don't wanna do this but we gotta dump the Quaaludes
Dead people on fire in a Backwood
Why he speaking on my name like he that good?
You ain't really with the shits, you just act hood
I be really with the shits like Roman Atwood
Hugo Boss jeans with the Coach opticals
Down bad I had coke up in my nostrils
I was looking for a sound that was demonstrable
Either way all their songs are fucking awful
You don't even know me why you talking like you do?
If I call up Boofi he gone toss you off the roof
You don't even know the fucking shit that I been through
You don't even know none of the homies in my crew
Posted up shrooms in a space ship
Face it I'm just smoking 'till I need a face lift
Just another day I'm gonna waste it
Hate this, I just really wanna get wasted
Brain cells I got nitrous in a tank bitch
Talk that shit, you might just get your face hit
I don't hang around with the same clique
I made the stack overflow, then the fake's switched
Written by: Nolan Samuel Baldwin
