Hieronymus Goon - Atlanta (feat. Frank Lee) Lyrics

Think I need a new brain
Maybe a new body
Think you need your own lane
Maybe a new hobby
Think I need a new girl
Nah f*ck it I don't
Think we need a new world
I've lost all my hope

Flying out next week
I know that you'll remember me
Nah we don't much time
So shawty let's not even speak
I just keep smoking backwoods
Till it's getting hard to breathe
I feel like the wind
The way I'm blow around these trees
Chandelier above my head
I'm grinding hard
I never rest
You're poppin pills
They always pressed
You send me links
I'm not impressed
You're waking up
I go to sleep
Crawling out the thoughts that's bury me