Judy - GREG Lyrics

Blessed
Stop questionin' me
I ain't worried bout my ex
I don't even feel no pressure on me
You gon' die tryin' to be the best
Imma die writing my best shit, preachin
Still shots, still can't stop drinkin
No pulsin, no breathin
Flip somethin, let Tech off the leash
Catch one, Imma catch and release
Real life pound of flesh in the street
Bitch nigga tryin test me I'm weak
Yes you a freak
I don't really wanna text you I'm decent
Judy incredibly free
Tim Frech taught me lessons and meanings
Spent a long time sweatin' n breathin
Stressin' and drinkin, weapons and reasons
Stressed onna Monday, less onna weekend
Summertime bangin' my set when I'm drinkin
Chain smokin
Brain broken
Used to rap like I was sane and open
Awful time, house vacant and broken
All the time I stayed patient was bogus
I don't really wanna wait no more
Let me feel it and go
Judy stealing the show
Know what I want gimme that and some more
Smoking and drinking I'm actually gone
Everything thinking was actually wrong
I'm actually home
I'm actually home