[Verse 1] Colder than them grits they fed slaves Me to rap is like water to raves AK's with bayonets on deck, rep my set Sorta like Squidward and his clarinet I'm in ya bitch mouth but she just fantasizing Staring at my skinnys said it's so tantalizing Dog I'm strategizing, plotting on throne The masta of the ace sitting on chrome Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire Delusional from hunger so I couldn't get tired Imagining the equalizer goin from green to red Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul Say I'm getting old and times running out Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out I never leave the house ain't slept in three days Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze Weaving kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks Keep it original something that's overlooked The way a nigga going might go out like Sam Cooke Or locked up calling home for money on my books Cause if this shit don't work, nigga I failed at life Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life And it's the downward spiral, got me suicidal But too scared to do it so these pills will be the rifle Surpassing all my idols, took the wrong turn But can't go back now so now let that blunt burn Cause now its my turn if I fuck it all up Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs Triple XTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
