All the Time
Caught myself sleeping all the time
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
I ain't 'bout much like the bragging and boasting
The block gettin hot like it's stuck in the oven
The bun in the oven been cooking like 3 months
That girl just don't know me just hooked up like 3 months ago
Got me all paranoid and I think to myself what if I go, what if I die
This might be my last prayer to the sky
Who am I
Where to go
Where the hoes at
Where the fuck my soul at
I just sold that
For a dollar
Dollar and a dream while I pour that syrup
Twistin on em
Oh my God I feel like Chris Lynn on em
Christian on em, Dior
Got that fuckin footprint on em
Got my foot on they neck
That's a necklace
On my feet that's a check
Mark the checklist, uh
I been in mind
I been counting blessings
But I lost my count
Damn I'm really stressin
Feelin on her body
Feeling on my baby
Caught another body
She stole my heart
That's some highway robbery
Pull the gun out the back pack
Pull the gat
Pull the Mac
Pull the strap back
Bro said don't ride if you ain't strapped
Gotta go gotta go cash this check
Ride or you die do you hear my words
Death is undefeated
Puts you in a coffin buried 6 feet under
Follow the leader
Caught myself sleeping all the time
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
Do this all the time
All my memories in my mind
I just send my voice to God
Bible on my nightstand
I'm just blocking out my pride
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts through my mind
Thoughts runnin through my mind
Tell them stupid bitches hop off my dick Ajax
I got 10 racks, I made a sale, carfax
I weigh the scale, I made a choice, I'm in the game, got all these hoes up in my lane
Shaq now
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Demons pull me under water I'm like oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my Lord
Dreaming of demons inside my body I'm incredibly hypocritical but in my mind I swear That I'm spiritually involved
I won't fall apart
I wanna make a name for myself
For my brothers
I won't break my back if I end up with nothin
Holy shit, yes I'm the shit
I might need a psychiatrist
To sip a drink or pop a pill or two
Wait a second, I got shit to do
I don't fuck wit no Instagram hoes
That wanna be famous
I just sit and relax
I write all my bars
Cuz imma be famous
Don't, nobody wanna be nameless
These kids is brainless
They just be smokin weed
Depression is all on they faces
Tears they feel good on they faces
All in they minds
Suicide
Losing they brain
Dopamine
All that shit around me
Turns to grey
Surround me with your loving air
Your loving air
Your love and care
That bullshit over there
Twisting my words up
Mixing my syrup up
Pour me a drink, double cup
The biscuit is warm, buttered up
And my heart is so cold, cut it up
I'm feelin so old, life alert
I'm feelin so cold, life alert
This music's for soul, turn it up
God Damn
Caught myself sleeping all the time
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
Do this all the time
All my memories in my mind
I just send my voice to God
Bible on my nightstand
I'm just blocking out my pride
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts through my mind
Thoughts runnin through my mind
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
I ain't 'bout much like the bragging and boasting
The block gettin hot like it's stuck in the oven
The bun in the oven been cooking like 3 months
That girl just don't know me just hooked up like 3 months ago
Got me all paranoid and I think to myself what if I go, what if I die
This might be my last prayer to the sky
Who am I
Where to go
Where the hoes at
Where the fuck my soul at
I just sold that
For a dollar
Dollar and a dream while I pour that syrup
Twistin on em
Oh my God I feel like Chris Lynn on em
Christian on em, Dior
Got that fuckin footprint on em
Got my foot on they neck
That's a necklace
On my feet that's a check
Mark the checklist, uh
I been in mind
I been counting blessings
But I lost my count
Damn I'm really stressin
Feelin on her body
Feeling on my baby
Caught another body
She stole my heart
That's some highway robbery
Pull the gun out the back pack
Pull the gat
Pull the Mac
Pull the strap back
Bro said don't ride if you ain't strapped
Gotta go gotta go cash this check
Ride or you die do you hear my words
Death is undefeated
Puts you in a coffin buried 6 feet under
Follow the leader
Caught myself sleeping all the time
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
Do this all the time
All my memories in my mind
I just send my voice to God
Bible on my nightstand
I'm just blocking out my pride
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts through my mind
Thoughts runnin through my mind
Tell them stupid bitches hop off my dick Ajax
I got 10 racks, I made a sale, carfax
I weigh the scale, I made a choice, I'm in the game, got all these hoes up in my lane
Shaq now
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Demons pull me under water I'm like oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my Lord
Dreaming of demons inside my body I'm incredibly hypocritical but in my mind I swear That I'm spiritually involved
I won't fall apart
I wanna make a name for myself
For my brothers
I won't break my back if I end up with nothin
Holy shit, yes I'm the shit
I might need a psychiatrist
To sip a drink or pop a pill or two
Wait a second, I got shit to do
I don't fuck wit no Instagram hoes
That wanna be famous
I just sit and relax
I write all my bars
Cuz imma be famous
Don't, nobody wanna be nameless
These kids is brainless
They just be smokin weed
Depression is all on they faces
Tears they feel good on they faces
All in they minds
Suicide
Losing they brain
Dopamine
All that shit around me
Turns to grey
Surround me with your loving air
Your loving air
Your love and care
That bullshit over there
Twisting my words up
Mixing my syrup up
Pour me a drink, double cup
The biscuit is warm, buttered up
And my heart is so cold, cut it up
I'm feelin so old, life alert
I'm feelin so cold, life alert
This music's for soul, turn it up
God Damn
Caught myself sleeping all the time
Drinkin all the time
Smokin all the time
We just keep livin till we die
Smokin lemon lime
Do this till I die
Do this every night
I do this every time
Do this all the time
All my memories in my mind
I just send my voice to God
Bible on my nightstand
I'm just blocking out my pride
Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts through my mind
Thoughts runnin through my mind
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Writer(s): Joey Jackson
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