[Verse 1: OmenXIII] Sittin' on the docks, boba on the rocks People hit my line but I don't wanna talk I'm tryin' to be calm, I don't wanna see the clock Don't wanna see my moms, don't wanna see my pops Just wanna see you, but you don't wanna see me I think i'm seeing things that the people won't believe Just wanna see some change that I'm never gonna see So I keep my eyes closed while i try to find my peace Don't even wanna eat, only eat once a day Sippin' boba on the rocks with that [?] everyday I can't even smoke weed, for me that was just a phase But you know I still supply, if you need to cop today Hit my line, scoop you up, Mango juice with the stuff Grind it up, bust some blunts, got some liquor, that's a plus You can smoke, I'll get drunk, and we'll bob to this jawn Better see you walking up, if you think that I'm a punk 'Cause I ain't a fuckin' fool, and I just ain't you And I gotta stack my money to do what I gotta do See I know it's just some paper, please tell me what else is new But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup (But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup) (But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup)
[Verse 2: LiL PEEP] Back to the head, bitch I smoke it like I had to Cracks in my head, like a motherfuckin' statue Back to back with the lead, spittin' out the fuckin' barrel Young white pharaoh in the back of the Camaro (skrr) Dopamine release, copin' with the freezer With the coats made of geese, can you feel my energy It's floatin' in the breeze, growin' with the trees Wake up in the morning by the ocean on the beach, Peep Take away my pain, feel my body up with love See you landed in my bed, but you've fallen from above Every time you give me head, got my body goin' numb See you probably in your bed while I'm probably goin' dumb On these beats, swervin' thru the streets (damn) Flip a couple packs and keep applying with the heat Pressure cooker Peep, steppin' on your feet Tell em rest in peace, cut your body to a piece, you deceased Yellin' bitch I ain't a fool, and I just ain't you You the type to take the red and I'm the type to take the blue See I know it's just some paper, tryna get up out my room But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yuh (But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yuh) But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food Sippin' boba on the rocks got the [?] too In the East, in the West, what you need, we comin' through, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
