Wack

The name is couch keep it out ya mouth
Unless you aim to know what I'm about
Ain't no doubt my plug pull up with the ounces in the pouch
Something out smoking sprout
I'm in the sky like I uploaded to the cloud your man is whack
Need it now in large amounts I'm the same as Dylan Spouse
Might just fuck around and find myself a spouse buy a house
What you mean shit I must be flying south
Off this pow like Donald house
Momma up in Jesus house
She got wings spread em out
I need saved holy water it's a drought
Way I paved looking up
I feel down rather drown
In the pain feel the rain
Falling down shake my head
Now I frown shit is real
I'm a clown that's the deal smile now
Tone it down all the noise get me out
End it now don't feel sane I'm a clown
That's the deal smile how
Don't need a thing I'm bout to quit you broke my heart
Why build a home when the foundation falls apart
No one gives a shit no one play their part
I should crash my car into a tree but I'm all bark
I got actions thoughts reactions and habits I need to quit
Like the fact of the matter but nothing matters when your sick
Let's go back to what we miss shoot the shit and reminisce
If I'm not whack then why do I feel like that and not like this
If I'm not whack then why have I lost my mind and not found it
If I'm not whack well I tried guess it is what it is huh



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Writer(s): Chad Short
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