Aim Smalll Miss Small
All these riddles
All these constructs
Don't understand em
Lost in the land of the phantom
Actions i don't plan em
Peanut butter i been jammin
Michael jordan i been slammin
Watch these mother fuckers panic
Feel the earth shake
Steep slate towards the next gate
In this hellscape
Swear this no place
For any damned creature
I ain't any damn preacher nor speaker
Had the weed in my sneakers
Huffin ether
All these features
Always hate em cant explain it
Try and paint it
Still it never look right
Look nice
But the inside vile
Regurgitate bile
Bitch i been wild
Check the file
Spin the dial
Take the ride
Buy the ticket
Now you fly
My oh my
What a sight
Leavem quiet
Silent night
Every night
Think i'm dyin
Every night think i'm dyin
I think i'm dyin
Im just tryna find this place
Not an escape
I hate when they play with the mind
I cant think straight
Always thought that i was fine
That was a mistake
But im smokin on this chronic
Got me really fuckin plottin on this mixtape
Write out all my problems
And i puttem up for display
On these songs im makin just for you to hate
Never thought that you would like em
But i got em all on replay
Its easy to filter the hate
With the drugs
So im sippin on this cup
Got my mind lookin up
Now im feelin like myself
Let me smoke on this bud
People on my side
Slappin fives with no love
And my circle got smaller
But my dawgs know whats up
In the Cut
With the blunts
Eatin mucks
Thats whats up
Think i lost a life
Its all right
No one won
I should stay inside
Cuz they dial 911
But thats really not my style
Puttin miles on this dodge
All these constructs
Don't understand em
Lost in the land of the phantom
Actions i don't plan em
Peanut butter i been jammin
Michael jordan i been slammin
Watch these mother fuckers panic
Feel the earth shake
Steep slate towards the next gate
In this hellscape
Swear this no place
For any damned creature
I ain't any damn preacher nor speaker
Had the weed in my sneakers
Huffin ether
All these features
Always hate em cant explain it
Try and paint it
Still it never look right
Look nice
But the inside vile
Regurgitate bile
Bitch i been wild
Check the file
Spin the dial
Take the ride
Buy the ticket
Now you fly
My oh my
What a sight
Leavem quiet
Silent night
Every night
Think i'm dyin
Every night think i'm dyin
I think i'm dyin
Im just tryna find this place
Not an escape
I hate when they play with the mind
I cant think straight
Always thought that i was fine
That was a mistake
But im smokin on this chronic
Got me really fuckin plottin on this mixtape
Write out all my problems
And i puttem up for display
On these songs im makin just for you to hate
Never thought that you would like em
But i got em all on replay
Its easy to filter the hate
With the drugs
So im sippin on this cup
Got my mind lookin up
Now im feelin like myself
Let me smoke on this bud
People on my side
Slappin fives with no love
And my circle got smaller
But my dawgs know whats up
In the Cut
With the blunts
Eatin mucks
Thats whats up
Think i lost a life
Its all right
No one won
I should stay inside
Cuz they dial 911
But thats really not my style
Puttin miles on this dodge
Credits
Writer(s): Devon White, Lee, Sam Miranda
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