Overlook Banquet (feat. Steven Zoloft) Video (MV)

I need a little more
Yeah
F*ck

Flying backwards in the jaguar like I'm Johnny Cash
A million dollar dirty dash and Tony got the bag
I'm afraid of crooked cops
Who watch and circle round the block
The clock is ticking in the rocks until my breathing stops
He popped the molly rock

Packin' piff up in the mason jar
I stay well off
You pussy poppin' people gon make me engulf the tiki torch
I pull off in sacred cars
I pull up and put you on
If I get poppin', Ima just drop shit and put the homies on
Grippin' the wheel, white knuckled
So I can keep from swervin'
Last thing I need is for a porky pig to search my person
Cause I be lurking
The cone in my mouth has got the ashtray looking like an urn the way I am burnin' bitch

My eyes is tired like D Lovato on a Xanax
Stuck in mystery, I'm locked away until the ash sets
I ain't impressed with you
Don't like your work, don't like your friends
I know it all depends
Crashing in that Benz, you know it all depends

Muhf*ckas try to tell me shit about myself
The whole time they lookin' at me like I need some help
The tone of voice is disrespectful, you should see yourself
You'll probably find that I have way more fun despite my mental health
This shit sound like a banquet up at The Overlook
You over-cooked
You over-booked
We mostly leave 'em more than shook
I'm dosing cause I'm bored of this boredom
But I'm recording books
These brick and mortar bars are breaking portals open
Whore just look

Cookin' coca conversations
This ain't Cali, sippin' oxy
Said you need a zip and want a front
I never heard about it
I was broke and gettin' fronts myself
I had to step right out it
Bitch if I don't do the action
Mood is crashing
I'd be backpackin'
Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my past actions
Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my past actions

The pressure's backing me into the wall
I can't attack it
And the measures that you be taking are surely on some whack shit
These punks older
But never f*ckin' wiser
Drink H2O by the bottle, bitch
My f*ckin' skin is shining
I'm grinding hard as carving the stone to create me a sculpture
And I been stoned as f*ck, you should create me as a sculpture
Yeah, you gon remember me
The dude with endless bags of weed
Who raps and treats every single track like a catastrophe
Been casually attacking beats
Actually, I mastered these
Go f*ck yourself
You're not doing shit for me but distracting me

Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my past actions
Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my past actions
Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my past actions
Stress is stackin', fell out of love with my, yeah