Good+bad
Taking a trip
Im patiently waiting
For tabs to kick in
Shawty she mad
Cuz I'm faded again
I'm pacing again
Fighting a war tryna hide all my faces
I'm faceless
What's perfect
Tryna convince her I'm worth it
I'm workin
Been fighting these urges
My feet they been hurtin
Wanna run away
Just take a minute
Baby I'm slippin
Been sippin
Since purple was pink
Was nervous like urkle
Before I had drink
Throwing up in the sink
My boat never sinks
I'm good
Nah baby I'm great
Profession my love to the drugs
Got a buck for a slut
I need trust
Now let's raise up the stakes
Got a buzz
But a buzz ain't enough
Pushin my limits
Let go and let god
But who's god when I'm feelin this way
I am untouchable
Almost immortal
Yet
Feel so close to death
Stay ten toes down
Hoe I never lack
If I'm steppin out the crib
Then I proly got a stack
Triple black denim on my back
Plus plus on the tag
Mariachi colors on my chest
Rockin good plus bad
Ya shawty trippin off of sumn
In the function
And she blushing
She was brushing
Up on sumn
I dnt judge her
Rollin up a back
Shit was buss in
Gas is skunking
You not thugging
Why you bluffin
Man these niggas really cappin
Awww
Vision 2020
2020 My Celine
I spent 20 hunnids
On a bag
And half that on my jeans
Twist my fingers like I'm THUGGER
Really buggan fuck you mean
I got hella shooters
And they never ever on the scene
Poppin pistols with potato's
So you will Not hear a thing
Local anesthesia for the the headshot
You wont feel a thing
Call me deelo
Spent like fifty on my pinky ring
Catchin bodies
For a hobby
Someone stop me
I ain't miss a shot yet
I'm a sneaker head
I ain't miss a drop yet
Niggas say I'm top tier
Fuck it ima jacket
All these niggas past tense
Fucked his shawty back when
Nigga why you actin
Fuck it
All these niggas is bluffin
All of these niggas is duckin
Chuckin
Know that my chopper be dumpin
Little boy fuck a discussion
Up it
These niggas not really outside
These niggas not really spinning
I'll split his shit like apartheid
And paint the lil nigga ceiling
Idc how you feelin
Leave a nigga lackin feelings
I'm on the block
My pack
My glock
Just me an no one else
It's just me and no one else
Im patiently waiting
For tabs to kick in
Shawty she mad
Cuz I'm faded again
I'm pacing again
Fighting a war tryna hide all my faces
I'm faceless
What's perfect
Tryna convince her I'm worth it
I'm workin
Been fighting these urges
My feet they been hurtin
Wanna run away
Just take a minute
Baby I'm slippin
Been sippin
Since purple was pink
Was nervous like urkle
Before I had drink
Throwing up in the sink
My boat never sinks
I'm good
Nah baby I'm great
Profession my love to the drugs
Got a buck for a slut
I need trust
Now let's raise up the stakes
Got a buzz
But a buzz ain't enough
Pushin my limits
Let go and let god
But who's god when I'm feelin this way
I am untouchable
Almost immortal
Yet
Feel so close to death
Stay ten toes down
Hoe I never lack
If I'm steppin out the crib
Then I proly got a stack
Triple black denim on my back
Plus plus on the tag
Mariachi colors on my chest
Rockin good plus bad
Ya shawty trippin off of sumn
In the function
And she blushing
She was brushing
Up on sumn
I dnt judge her
Rollin up a back
Shit was buss in
Gas is skunking
You not thugging
Why you bluffin
Man these niggas really cappin
Awww
Vision 2020
2020 My Celine
I spent 20 hunnids
On a bag
And half that on my jeans
Twist my fingers like I'm THUGGER
Really buggan fuck you mean
I got hella shooters
And they never ever on the scene
Poppin pistols with potato's
So you will Not hear a thing
Local anesthesia for the the headshot
You wont feel a thing
Call me deelo
Spent like fifty on my pinky ring
Catchin bodies
For a hobby
Someone stop me
I ain't miss a shot yet
I'm a sneaker head
I ain't miss a drop yet
Niggas say I'm top tier
Fuck it ima jacket
All these niggas past tense
Fucked his shawty back when
Nigga why you actin
Fuck it
All these niggas is bluffin
All of these niggas is duckin
Chuckin
Know that my chopper be dumpin
Little boy fuck a discussion
Up it
These niggas not really outside
These niggas not really spinning
I'll split his shit like apartheid
And paint the lil nigga ceiling
Idc how you feelin
Leave a nigga lackin feelings
I'm on the block
My pack
My glock
Just me an no one else
It's just me and no one else
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Writer(s): Horacio Thompson
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