Woah, woah, yeah, it's getting a little spooky
Going cray, cray, cray, cray
Going cray, cray, cray
Going crazy
Losing my mind
But it's fine
Tell you a little something
It go a little something like this
All these songs is taking space up on my hard drive
I'm hoping I release at least a few before we all die
And I'm just here with Joey, chillin' for the car ride
Smokin' on some dope while he be sendin' bitches heart eyes
Shawty just texted me, talkin' bout her car died
But I ain't even got a car myself, you can't get no ride
These days I get on stage and leave the show fried
And then we hit the strip club for some bitches that got no pride
R.I.P. Eddie, I know he chillin' in his low ride
If I keep doing drugs, I'll be like him, I need to slow down
I took a little acid, then I took a little shrooms
Then it felt like I just elevate above the room
(Uhhhh)
Man, that shit was trippy
My ex done moved on, I think that she moved to Mississippi
Never had no occupation, never know she probably strippin
But that body rockin', so I know they probably tippin
If she hit me up right now, you already know I put the tip in
Lately it seems like drugs got a hold of me
Smokin' on some DMT, talkin' to the older me
Don't know what he told to me
He said that all these raps up in my phone are what he wrote to me
They gon' be quoting me
And I'm just here gettin' high
And I'm just here with my guys
And I'm just here gettin' high
March Madness, I've been ballin' on my opposition
Don't know why I went to school, I ain't want no cop position
When I was younger, I was broke, and I ain't wanna listen
Playin' with them pots and pans, but I never washed the dishes
(I'ma regret that)
As I got older, I realized I couldn't do this long
You can't make money in music if no one knew your song
Shawty walk around naked like it's a nudist column
My bitch done got me pissed off, I'm tryna do this calm
I cross my legs and meditate and get my Buddhist on
My onlyfan's bitch showing off her newest thong
I love cause she let me f*ck her with my jewelry on
I love her when she screams, baby, cut the music off
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Woah, woah, yeah, it's getting a little spooky
Going cray, cray, cray, cray
Going cray, cray, cray
Going crazy
Losing my mind
But it's fine
Tell you a little something
It go a little something like this
All these songs is taking space up on my hard drive
I'm hoping I release at least a few before we all die
And I'm just here with Joey, chillin' for the car ride
Smokin' on some dope while he be sendin' bitches heart eyes
Shawty just texted me, talkin' bout her car died
But I ain't even got a car myself, you can't get no ride
These days I get on stage and leave the show fried
And then we hit the strip club for some bitches that got no pride
R.I.P. Eddie, I know he chillin' in his low ride
If I keep doing drugs, I'll be like him, I need to slow down
I took a little acid, then I took a little shrooms
Then it felt like I just elevate above the room
(Uhhhh)
Man, that shit was trippy
My ex done moved on, I think that she moved to Mississippi
Never had no occupation, never know she probably strippin
But that body rockin', so I know they probably tippin
If she hit me up right now, you already know I put the tip in
Lately it seems like drugs got a hold of me
Smokin' on some DMT, talkin' to the older me
Don't know what he told to me
He said that all these raps up in my phone are what he wrote to me
They gon' be quoting me
And I'm just here gettin' high
And I'm just here with my guys
And I'm just here gettin' high
March Madness, I've been ballin' on my opposition
Don't know why I went to school, I ain't want no cop position
When I was younger, I was broke, and I ain't wanna listen
Playin' with them pots and pans, but I never washed the dishes
(I'ma regret that)
As I got older, I realized I couldn't do this long
You can't make money in music if no one knew your song
Shawty walk around naked like it's a nudist column
My bitch done got me pissed off, I'm tryna do this calm
I cross my legs and meditate and get my Buddhist on
My onlyfan's bitch showing off her newest thong
I love cause she let me f*ck her with my jewelry on
I love her when she screams, baby, cut the music off
Going cray, cray, cray, cray
Going cray, cray, cray
Going crazy
Losing my mind
But it's fine
Tell you a little something
It go a little something like this
All these songs is taking space up on my hard drive
I'm hoping I release at least a few before we all die
And I'm just here with Joey, chillin' for the car ride
Smokin' on some dope while he be sendin' bitches heart eyes
Shawty just texted me, talkin' bout her car died
But I ain't even got a car myself, you can't get no ride
These days I get on stage and leave the show fried
And then we hit the strip club for some bitches that got no pride
R.I.P. Eddie, I know he chillin' in his low ride
If I keep doing drugs, I'll be like him, I need to slow down
I took a little acid, then I took a little shrooms
Then it felt like I just elevate above the room
(Uhhhh)
Man, that shit was trippy
My ex done moved on, I think that she moved to Mississippi
Never had no occupation, never know she probably strippin
But that body rockin', so I know they probably tippin
If she hit me up right now, you already know I put the tip in
Lately it seems like drugs got a hold of me
Smokin' on some DMT, talkin' to the older me
Don't know what he told to me
He said that all these raps up in my phone are what he wrote to me
They gon' be quoting me
And I'm just here gettin' high
And I'm just here with my guys
And I'm just here gettin' high
March Madness, I've been ballin' on my opposition
Don't know why I went to school, I ain't want no cop position
When I was younger, I was broke, and I ain't wanna listen
Playin' with them pots and pans, but I never washed the dishes
(I'ma regret that)
As I got older, I realized I couldn't do this long
You can't make money in music if no one knew your song
Shawty walk around naked like it's a nudist column
My bitch done got me pissed off, I'm tryna do this calm
I cross my legs and meditate and get my Buddhist on
My onlyfan's bitch showing off her newest thong
I love cause she let me f*ck her with my jewelry on
I love her when she screams, baby, cut the music off
Writer: Robert Stallone
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