Sip$lick - Off My Chest Lyrics

Yeah
Woah woah woah
Feeling numb
Feeling low
Cannot break this f*cking spell
Acting complacent
Faceless hatred
Ima rage how can I manage
I manage twoi these hoes
I never learn I never fold
I hold my weight you catch a fade
I fadeaway I'm not in vain

Off my chest I guess I f*cking flex
I leave her wet
Why she distressed
She off the xans I'm in her pants
Might pop a molly never sweat shit word to heaven
On my death shit got like seven
F*cking bitches word to reverend
Got my
Preset aye
Feeling so numb
Feeling so low
I cannot manage it just wanna go
Just want to pop shit I'm on the road
I'm the opp shit I'm feeling cold
Why they say I be reckless
I got like f*cking seven
Hoes on me right now f*ck it blow
Took it right

Off my chest I guess I flex too much
Afraid I like go sex to much
Afraid I like the pills
Give her the chills
I rip them seals
Pop like plenty one too many
One two bitches off the Henny
If he want the smoke got plenty
If he want the smoke got plenty