[ Featuring Papa Sleep ]
I been tryna get life together
Everybody talking like they better
Talking shit put you on a stretcher
Playing dead like a f*cking possum
Travel away with the f*cking blossoms
I been just making my plans what the f*ck
I been just making my bands what the f*ck
I been just making my plans what the f*ck
I been just making my bands what the f*ck
Pull up in a rental now you better just duck
I ain't even selling when I make a new buck
Selling this molly to a macintosh plus
Ride around with the new hover board getting bored tell them give god a
New double cup saying you'll run up
You're not even old enough I think I had enough please don't tell me you sell drugs
Like please don't tell me that you sell drugs
Cause honestly, I don't give a f*ck
Stuck in a typhoon
Get shot with a harpoon
Welcome to the salty spittoon
There ain't enough room for you
Stuck in a typhoon
Get shot with a harpoon
Welcome to the salty spittoon
There ain't enough room for you
