Regime, Pt. 2

Digging roaches out the can
Almost pushing 3 A.M
I was talking to my friends
They were all inside my head
All the answers to my life
I'ma find inside the meds
I'm convinced I'm convinced
Psyching out till I'm dead
Who choses what reality is, me
Who choses what reality is, me
Who choses what reality is
I'm really back on my shit
Cut the loose ends clear off ain't no time to back we forget
I want a cutless 73, I wanted 17 tripping
Your insecurities will kill ya
My insecurities will build me
Betcha big time fucked up
I bet I'm comfortable and filthy
I feel my fucking self don't give a fuck if they feel me
Don't care if they think I am I know that I'm chilling
Don't care if they think I'm great I know that I will be
YMCA Willie
Probably posted where the pills be
Well known on the cell phones
Well around and hit a real G
Sold me half of the low lows
Pumping hard got some real keys

You might need to set all new goals
You might want to shift how you grind
Watching me's not gonna cut it
Could make better use of your time
I am a 1 of 1 hit then dial 1 and 1
No we ain't built for the one and done
Since results are still formulaic
Or duplicated every time they come
No love she just wanna come I got you girl
International attraction
Been surviving off the back end
No foes in my last friends
But that could change when I cash in
But that could change when we cash out
Too deep to turn back out
Many nights on my dads couch
Night caps getting blacked out
It's all learned no fast route
The proof is all in these track outs
When scenes was changing might seem dangerous
Please be advised for you lash out, yeah



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Writer(s): William Green
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