That Just Isn't Empirically Possible

Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out

Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out

It's lonely at the top
All of my enemies have been defeated (R-I-P)
The crown has been sittin' on my head for too long
It's startin' to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah)
Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleadin'
Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons
Lickin' my wounds as they deepen
Constantly feedin' them all of my secrets (ay)

007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun
I'm bustin', open up the door (secrets)
I'm at my breakin' point, I cannot take this no more
I'm ready to explode
Open up, knock-knock, here comes the Glock cocked
Nine-milli, pop-pop-pop, oh, no
Makin' a mess, my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out

I had crushed up in some dust, huh
Elevated to another dimension
So I got a limp in my strut, huh
I do not care to be here or be there
In the meantime, it seems that I'm stuck, huh
Swerving and crashing, that dying little-
Yung Christ, you address me as such, what?

Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me
Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah
Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy
If I cock it there's finna be tears here
Manic depressive, when life is in session
I hide in a room that's dark as me
Dollar sign B, and it's still F-T-P
G-R-E-Y 'til I R-I-P

Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I-
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Derrick Hill, Jacky Giordano
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