I'm always stuck in my thoughts
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
Light up this port
Cause I'm trying to cope
I been so lost
Putting drugs in my throat
I been poppin shit nigga no MLB
Like Kid Cudi always try to erase me
Lil buddy think he hard,
But he can't take me
I be sliding with the rod,
Scoring like KD
We don't do no leg shots
He gone be injured like he ad
Comin like I'm Ray Rice
I'm only into slaying
Stab a nigga ass like OJ keep the blade on me
I be sniffing white,
Same color as the mayo
Smoking out the turkey bag
And lacing blunts in my home
He thought he could rob my ass
And now he can't think about a bankroll
Can't think about a paycheck
I can't f*ck nobody I don't love
Cause it's fake sex
Know I gotta love you Ion wanna use a latex
I been sniffing straight X
Trynna put my heart to rest
I done thought bout suicide
Like every day of my life
Ion really wanna die
They try to cuff me ima hide
If I get caught up I won't be sober Ima smoke the spice
For now I'm smoking cherry pie
And living out this f*cking life
I know I gotta make it just to get a purple Lex
Really wanna make it just to show them I'm the best
I been serving niggas Ion work at Jim n' Nicks
If you aiming for my brain please do not miss
I'm always stuck in my thoughts
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
Yung Ethanol - IN MY THOUGHTS Lyrics
Yung Ethanol - IN MY THOUGHTS Lyrics
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I'm always stuck in my thoughts
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
Light up this port
Cause I'm trying to cope
I been so lost
Putting drugs in my throat
I been poppin shit nigga no MLB
Like Kid Cudi always try to erase me
Lil buddy think he hard,
But he can't take me
I be sliding with the rod,
Scoring like KD
We don't do no leg shots
He gone be injured like he ad
Comin like I'm Ray Rice
I'm only into slaying
Stab a nigga ass like OJ keep the blade on me
I be sniffing white,
Same color as the mayo
Smoking out the turkey bag
And lacing blunts in my home
He thought he could rob my ass
And now he can't think about a bankroll
Can't think about a paycheck
I can't f*ck nobody I don't love
Cause it's fake sex
Know I gotta love you Ion wanna use a latex
I been sniffing straight X
Trynna put my heart to rest
I done thought bout suicide
Like every day of my life
Ion really wanna die
They try to cuff me ima hide
If I get caught up I won't be sober Ima smoke the spice
For now I'm smoking cherry pie
And living out this f*cking life
I know I gotta make it just to get a purple Lex
Really wanna make it just to show them I'm the best
I been serving niggas Ion work at Jim n' Nicks
If you aiming for my brain please do not miss
I'm always stuck in my thoughts
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
Light up this port
Cause I'm trying to cope
I been so lost
Putting drugs in my throat
I been poppin shit nigga no MLB
Like Kid Cudi always try to erase me
Lil buddy think he hard,
But he can't take me
I be sliding with the rod,
Scoring like KD
We don't do no leg shots
He gone be injured like he ad
Comin like I'm Ray Rice
I'm only into slaying
Stab a nigga ass like OJ keep the blade on me
I be sniffing white,
Same color as the mayo
Smoking out the turkey bag
And lacing blunts in my home
He thought he could rob my ass
And now he can't think about a bankroll
Can't think about a paycheck
I can't f*ck nobody I don't love
Cause it's fake sex
Know I gotta love you Ion wanna use a latex
I been sniffing straight X
Trynna put my heart to rest
I done thought bout suicide
Like every day of my life
Ion really wanna die
They try to cuff me ima hide
If I get caught up I won't be sober Ima smoke the spice
For now I'm smoking cherry pie
And living out this f*cking life
I know I gotta make it just to get a purple Lex
Really wanna make it just to show them I'm the best
I been serving niggas Ion work at Jim n' Nicks
If you aiming for my brain please do not miss
I'm always stuck in my thoughts
I speak my mind it gets lost
Yung Ethanol flaming,
He'll be on top
But I need a lotta ice like I'm Jack Frost
On the gang
I can't f*ck on no thots
I need my wife and my money and the decock
I was born into the hustle no Rick Ross
I was born into the struggle trynna make it out
Writer: Ethan Christensen
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