[Verse 1: Vince Staples] I load the 44 Then paint the Van Gogh She rang the front door She came commando She came and rambled I came and rolled over No time for conversations cold shoulders Outta my mind She outta red wine She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai She love the hip hop and love my slick talk Give head then begged the boy to crip walk I write the James Joyce Don't need the Rolls Royce I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit Sick of these rapper stealing my swagger Tryna run with the penmanship practiced Gangsta gone Gatsby Fades with no lotion Get this shit cracking Crack his jaw open Crack in my system Daddy loved smoking Like he loved smoking niggas no joking
[Chorus: Vince Staples & Kilo Kish] Everybody get a little bit crazy Seems like you've been feeling that lately Everybody gets a little bit lonely Keep breathing slowly slowly Right place at the wrong time Wrong turn in my own mind Right place at the wrong time Got lost in my own mind
[Post-Chorus: Kilo Kish] It's okay, hey Vince, it's me Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K? Mama whooped that ass for 3 days Parties at McDonald's for our birthday It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say
[Verse 2: Vince Staples] Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain dreams Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went loco Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the Soho Housekeeping keep knocking on my door though Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44 Tryna get my head straight She tryna get the bed straight No room to think KABOOM on the sink
[Break] Uhh me tienes harta (pinche baboso abre los ojos) Quien te cres eh? El muy chingon? (date cuenta de lo que tienes) Tu no eres nadien (ya no eres niño) Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada (You're a grown ass mutherfuckin' man) Nadie te toma enserio (I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone) Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo (pinche puto desgraciado) Pinche vato pendejo (I fuckin' hate you)
[Chorus: Kilo Kish] Everybody get a little bit crazy Seems like you've been feeling that lately Everybody gets a little bit lonely Keep breathing slowly slowly Right place at the wrong time Wrong turn in my own mind Right place at the wrong time Got lost in my own mind
[Post-Chorus: Kilo Kish] It's okay, hey Vince, it's me Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K? Mama whooped that ass for 3 days Parties at McDonald's for our birthday It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say
[Verse 3: Vince Staples] In the black Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming Out the window Tints low baby come and see ‘em where the rent low Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga Tweaking Been a schizo crip though off of 65th though Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the shit blow Jumping through your window finna hit a lick mode Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I flip on
[Outro: Vince Staples] We all waste away, what are you looking for? We all waste away, what do you got in store? We all waste away, cause I can't take much more We all waste away, rather be lost and poor What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe What my master say? Nigga, you won't be free Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep "But you a star," they say, "You mean so much to me Mean so much to me"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
