When I Am Successful I'mma Buy a Neo Geo
I'm floating on a nimbus, getting lifted
Got that red and blue potion, fit to whip it into sippage
Flow like a septic tank, water thick as gunk
I'm above y'all fuckin' heads, it's like I'm on a different bunk
Get the butter dipped in skunk, I hit the wax like it's needle drops
I can't let 'em down, but shit I'm nervous when these people watch
Smoke dope and people-watch
Park day's stupid, bro
Can't believe his bedroom the parquet studio
Iced out neck cross, Kanye blooper roll
Exodia, I'm Necross. Do y'all play Yu-Gi-Oh?
Living like a NEET, I keep my financials stressful
Old white people swear that I am the devil
When I am successful, I'mma buy a Neo Geo
Red pill shawty, bet that I could be yo neo
Eating rappers up, man I'm just tryna feed the ego
Life inside a time warp, 'm trynna chill with Premo
Premo
Blowing on that Premo
Premo (Blowing on that)
Premo
Premo, blowing on that Premo
Premo, Premo
Wake up in Glendale, room covered in herb fumes
Depression looms subtle as perfume
I look around for the reasons to curb my dejection
I turn to anything other than myself
I don't want to hurt you
Puffing loud til the voices grow silent
I'm not fucking round
Keep the poison off my island
Boy I'm indecisive, split the dutch or eat the chocolate next?
What was I thinking bout earlier? forgot what I forget
I'm obsessed with constantly trying to be not upset
That's why I get inside of my private jet
Flying in that bitch, I ain't trying to flex
High as a bitch, I ain't trying to vent
Glistening diamonds inside of the spliff
Bitch, I'm the pilot inside of the pit
Smiling provided the fire on deck
Lighting up is the entire event
Climb inside, see how much higher we get
Hitting the blunt till we tired of it
None of us here have desire to quit
Should we run dry, I'll speed dial connects
Keep all the voices outside of my head
Keep away thoughts that conspire my death
The one that I keep away from my mind is myself
I do the most, man, I should do less
-Isn't it great? I made it myself
-Uh, yeah it's... what is it?
-Come on, silly! It's a sweater, obviously! I started to get really creative while I knitted it!
-That's terrifying, her sweater looks like a wet ant hill
Got that red and blue potion, fit to whip it into sippage
Flow like a septic tank, water thick as gunk
I'm above y'all fuckin' heads, it's like I'm on a different bunk
Get the butter dipped in skunk, I hit the wax like it's needle drops
I can't let 'em down, but shit I'm nervous when these people watch
Smoke dope and people-watch
Park day's stupid, bro
Can't believe his bedroom the parquet studio
Iced out neck cross, Kanye blooper roll
Exodia, I'm Necross. Do y'all play Yu-Gi-Oh?
Living like a NEET, I keep my financials stressful
Old white people swear that I am the devil
When I am successful, I'mma buy a Neo Geo
Red pill shawty, bet that I could be yo neo
Eating rappers up, man I'm just tryna feed the ego
Life inside a time warp, 'm trynna chill with Premo
Premo
Blowing on that Premo
Premo (Blowing on that)
Premo
Premo, blowing on that Premo
Premo, Premo
Wake up in Glendale, room covered in herb fumes
Depression looms subtle as perfume
I look around for the reasons to curb my dejection
I turn to anything other than myself
I don't want to hurt you
Puffing loud til the voices grow silent
I'm not fucking round
Keep the poison off my island
Boy I'm indecisive, split the dutch or eat the chocolate next?
What was I thinking bout earlier? forgot what I forget
I'm obsessed with constantly trying to be not upset
That's why I get inside of my private jet
Flying in that bitch, I ain't trying to flex
High as a bitch, I ain't trying to vent
Glistening diamonds inside of the spliff
Bitch, I'm the pilot inside of the pit
Smiling provided the fire on deck
Lighting up is the entire event
Climb inside, see how much higher we get
Hitting the blunt till we tired of it
None of us here have desire to quit
Should we run dry, I'll speed dial connects
Keep all the voices outside of my head
Keep away thoughts that conspire my death
The one that I keep away from my mind is myself
I do the most, man, I should do less
-Isn't it great? I made it myself
-Uh, yeah it's... what is it?
-Come on, silly! It's a sweater, obviously! I started to get really creative while I knitted it!
-That's terrifying, her sweater looks like a wet ant hill
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles, Ravil Melling
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