Asuka Strikes!
I'm blowing up like Arnold in 85
I'm feeling so good with some red up in my eyes
I might put on some Ram and roll another paper up
When I'm in my zone on the mic I am dangerous
And I'm cruising into sunsets with ladies on my side
Zooey Deschanel in Chanel in the ride
And i'm a star, a natural born actor
How I look so cool when I'm smoking up a pasture
And I made it this far no selling out
I refuse to be a joke or a fool you know i'm dispelling doubts
That's Ba$il on the cover but it's me on the inside
Rest in peace to Peep we know you're on the brightside
Check my pockets finding nothing but a flatline
Haven't spoke in months do I ever cross your mind?
Did I ever do my time? Pay my dues, on my life on god
I could cry right now if I tried
Yeah, I tried, I wanted to be your man and for that, I almost died
I wasn't enough like him
Pardon my language but I hate this fucking place
I could abandon it all now but not your fucking face
This that real Basil shit from my heart and my soul
If I had it my way I'd put it all in the roll
I got plenty people around me who want me to fall
Don't understand that I got nothing at all
I got a sixer in the fridge to help me get a grip
A joint full of this burn it down to the tip
That's my only way out, my only way in
To the place where I exist without woes or sins
Demons creeping on me and they all bearing grins
She looked me in the eye and told me I just didn't fit in
She wanted something else she wanted him
Damn
I'm feeling so good with some red up in my eyes
I might put on some Ram and roll another paper up
When I'm in my zone on the mic I am dangerous
And I'm cruising into sunsets with ladies on my side
Zooey Deschanel in Chanel in the ride
And i'm a star, a natural born actor
How I look so cool when I'm smoking up a pasture
And I made it this far no selling out
I refuse to be a joke or a fool you know i'm dispelling doubts
That's Ba$il on the cover but it's me on the inside
Rest in peace to Peep we know you're on the brightside
Check my pockets finding nothing but a flatline
Haven't spoke in months do I ever cross your mind?
Did I ever do my time? Pay my dues, on my life on god
I could cry right now if I tried
Yeah, I tried, I wanted to be your man and for that, I almost died
I wasn't enough like him
Pardon my language but I hate this fucking place
I could abandon it all now but not your fucking face
This that real Basil shit from my heart and my soul
If I had it my way I'd put it all in the roll
I got plenty people around me who want me to fall
Don't understand that I got nothing at all
I got a sixer in the fridge to help me get a grip
A joint full of this burn it down to the tip
That's my only way out, my only way in
To the place where I exist without woes or sins
Demons creeping on me and they all bearing grins
She looked me in the eye and told me I just didn't fit in
She wanted something else she wanted him
Damn
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Writer(s): Big Ba$il
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