Strawberry Cheyanne

Almost everyday
When I wake up
I wake up in sweat
And I throw up

I got bad dreams, and I'm terrified
I couldn't stand to lose my family, I'm petrified
Yeah, tab on my tongue, and down the hatch
Feels like I'm stuck, swimming in a trance

Yeah the visuals are cool, but when I'm stuck in my mind
I almost lose my place and man I'm terrified
I tried so hard, and got this far
But everytime I take a trip I always fall apart

Yeah ego death, not that cool
Nicotine, hit the juul
I smoked darts for a week and a half
Then I quit that shit and changed up the pack

Got a pack of 12 for only about 3
I bought four packs and that was fine for me
Yeah, bank account was drained
Spent it on an ounce of my favorite strain

And if you wanna talk shit, you can go to hell
I only smoke blunts if you roll em well
Yeah, time to quit, I got a soul to sell
But it's pretty used up so use it well

Strawberry Cheyanne, it's always the move
When I'm outta nicotine and I lost my juul

Yeah
Mac Miller took acid in San Francisco
I tweaked out dropping acid in the queso
2.85 and you calling up the popo
But you always getting trips for free though

Seeing colors on the wall, your voice echos
Somethings wrong but you don't know what it is though
285 and you're tripping in the disco
Thought it would be funny, so I'm dosing up the queso

Had a second job, that shit was great
Then Gino's closed, fucking corporate is lame
For a steady week, I was making bank
30 hours a week, that shit was perfectly tanked

Cooking rice in a pot, to frying darts in the stove
To washing dishes in back, to fucking bitches at home
That's the day in the life of Zach Mac
I'm just another rapper making loads of fat stacks

Except I haven't sold a beat, everything is free
Making songs at home with some free rap beats
Yeah, shoutout to Plastic, this beat is heat
I'm about to end it here with one more treat