Tsychē - TRYNA.B.SPOSTA.B.DOIN (feat. Kirby V.) Lyrics

Eat it up, leave it there
Leave them rare, a cat without hair
Nine lives riding in the streets, butt naked, f*ck them up, I kill it, man
You can't, you can't touch me, killing the game
Run it up with it fast, I gotta get them f*cking packs
Cause we smokin the last, it's always been in the game
Yes, it's written in rock, I've done it, motherf*cker
Damn, I gotta give it to my pops
How you really wanna live it if you don't even know
F*ck you, f*ck you, motherf*cker
I've been in it, going and go
I never stop at the note
I never even read the f*cking book
I'm just on my own
V.P.S., I stook and I took, and I took
You see it, take another f*cking look, now it's different
They think I'm tripping, but I'm just finally seeing the life that I'm living
And take full advantage of the mysticism behind the reality that we're living in
Reality that we're living in
I guess you could say I'm an existentialist
I mean, you don't even know what that is, though
I mean, you used to be primed to pretend, though
And many, many, many pretend
God damn it, they pretend, yeah
Many, many, many pretend
God damn it, they pretend, yeah
Open the window and start the car now
I'm ready, homie
Yes, it's going to town
I gotta break it down and roll it up
I'm on that fast, and it's not enough
I need some more when she get up
She sucking dick, so what the f*ck
I'm never stopping
Go through the light
Go through the light
Honk at em, baby, and turn around right
What you want to know if you talking shit
I just smoke another f*cking spliff
Take a hit, creeping down the block or the ave at 3 a.m
Man, that's my shit
Man, that's my shit
Man, that's my shit
Man, that's my shit
Hey, that's your bitch?
Please then, explain me some shit
Why she gon' let me hit, like
Pass it to, pass it to, pass it to Villa,
Pass it to, pass it to Villa
Is it the, is it the life that you live, like
Is it the, is it the life that you live, like
Is it the, is it the life that you live, like
Pass it to, pass it to, pass it to Villa
Pass it to, pass it to, pass it to Villa
They callin' my phone
I leave it alone
Leave me alone
I'm on, I'm on my own
I'm gone
I hit the acid trip
I see some purple shit
I want some more of it
Yeah, I'm in the bitch jumping goin' crazy
I love it want it all dog
You gotta find it
Where is the treasure
I'm a pirate livin' on it
Yes, I'm under the weather
But I'm sailin', sailin'
But I'm, but I'm, but I'm sailin'
But I'm sailin', sailin'
They can't, they can't, they can't save me
But they tryin'
30, 40, 50 motherf*ckin' times
And I'm just gonna disappear
Push distance
Find an island somewhere
Get high and while
Your bitch braid my hair
Yeah
I've been gone
Like the spirits aware
The wisp between us
That's the Zephyr the rare
The Zephyr the rare
And that's Led Zeppelin plus player
Yeah
I said, I said, that's Led Zeppelin plus player
Yeah, yeah
What the birdie gon' hear from the grapevine
It's clear that
I take time and I break that.