Smoke in my chest now I cant breathe
I sense a feelin I can't read
I will not tell you what I can see
I got a baggie that's filled up with weed
Backwood a bandage when I start to bleed
I ate some acid woke up in a fever dream
Voice in my head like where do the leader be
I'm probably high as f*ck
I'm probably nodding off
I'm probably reaching like right for the bottle to get me that last drop
If I can drown it out I can't hear it knock
Behind my door lie another lock
I'm with my crows popped out with the flock
You know I'm the best but I'm not tryna flaunt
I need a pretty goth bitch
I need like 10 bands quick
I need a blunt and a new fit
I'm a pull up in the damn ricks
And you know the cloak got a glow
Shit
444 in the morning
Clock ticking backwards the rain is still pouring
I light up a wood get it scorching
Look in the mirror I'm distorted
My soul on the camera recorded
Feel like a window that's boarded up
I threw my roach in the puddle what
I flipped the penny with hella luck
I stuffed an eighthy into a dutch
Look
I'm steady buzzing like nicotine
I'm getting money like every week
Shawty I'm all that you really need
Bugs on my body a centipede
Spider inside of the booth
Trust me I'm holding the truth
Follow a ghost to the fruit
I'm in my room in a mood
I'm off the shrooms letting loose
How you gon hate what I do
I jus post up with the moon
I don't smoke 1 I smoke 2
2 to a 1 to a zero
Kaboom