Company

Been stressed out
You the only one i can turn to
Uh

Roll something up

Uh Get back up on The Loop

Too Much to deal with
Its better this time around, ha
Its better this time around, aye

I don't know just what they want from me
I try to hide, that's when they come for me
I just need something to comfort me
I'll do whatever for your company

Aye
I was headed home, overworked and under-laid
Hope I'm left alone, it's been too much up on my plate
Then i checked my phone, to see these games this woman plays
Girl you way too old, to still be acting under-aged
Wanna take a shot, can't hit the store because its late
And my favorite spots, they all been closed 100 days
Cuz see, the News saying that it's death up in the air
Niggas deaf up in the ear, now we ain't welcomed anywhere
Miss the fellowship but not the petty tiffs
I ain't fuckin with no sedatives, they make the Chevy drift
Rather hit the tree like Kevin's whip
Look round the globe, i feel a heavy shift
They closing borders but i gotta change my settings quick
To somewhere i can see the sea
Yea
I think it's time i save some me for me
Yea
Plus i been feeling so anxious with all the killings and hatred
Not a homerun or dribble on the station, so tokes im takin

I don't know just what they want from me
I try to hide, that's when they come for me
I just need something to comfort me
I'll do whatever for your company

Damn where my lighter at?
Yea aye switch it up
Switch
I just wanna get high tonight
Baby let me get throwed

Lights low as i sit alone in this four cornered room
I can hear the city come alive below this orange moon
Feel like i'm at war with everything, outside that door is doom
Callin up my florist, think i need that shit like sort of soon
I ain't talkin orchids, I'm in orbit from this forest
Call up a contortist, i explore it like a tourist
Then i get a shortage, then i order like i hoard it
Peeped ya poor performance, they was snorin by the chorus
Damn, boy what got into you? It's more about what left
It's just time to remove all doubt from yourself
See my bars carry weight, we ain't got the same reps
I was tryna change the game, ya'll was tryna blame the refs
See this is how the gifted cope, when this life get difficult
Treat it like an envelope, and smoke it like they picked a pope
Pop ya pills or hit ya slopes, find something to mix with Coke
Young or old, rich or broke, lookin like im kissing ghosts

I don't know just what they want from me
I'll do whatever for your company



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Writer(s): George Sigue
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