Manic (Interlude)
I'm sorry I haven't been responding
I've been so busy lately
It's all good
I understand how it be
I don't know what to say
I'm saying maybe you feel the same?
Oh come on
Nah I'm serious
Like I really can't get you out my mind
Maybe...
Maybe, you're just bored?
This bitch?!
Man hol up, so I can roll up
Aromas, be my controlla
I'm manic, I start to panic
Erratic, like where's my Xanax There's static up in my attic
We at it Like fucking addicts
My sanity starts to vanish
Like magic up In the attic
My ration, Ain't for compassion
I'm tatted, I'm fucking splattered
Get slanted with my Hispanics
I blam it, a fuckin savage
Like Anakin fucking Skywalker Mannequins In the high water
I'm Jesus, A fucking demon
The season of fuckin heathens
Like Venus, up in arenas
Can't rack it, you fucking faggot
I'm beaming, they got me scheming Like Phineas, and fucking Ferb
I'm grieving, for what they learned
I'm posed, I left em shocked
Get Chrome'd right on the spot
Get domed get fucking chalked
I'm gold I'm fucking hot
I'm gone like fucking Spock
Dethrone these fucking locks
I hope for fuckin shine
With dope up in my mind
Can't cope without the grind
No hope without the lines
No hope without the grind
Can't cope without my lines
I hoped for fucking signs
I'm doped up in my mind
I hope for fucking shine
I'm dope up in my mind
I've been so busy lately
It's all good
I understand how it be
I don't know what to say
I'm saying maybe you feel the same?
Oh come on
Nah I'm serious
Like I really can't get you out my mind
Maybe...
Maybe, you're just bored?
This bitch?!
Man hol up, so I can roll up
Aromas, be my controlla
I'm manic, I start to panic
Erratic, like where's my Xanax There's static up in my attic
We at it Like fucking addicts
My sanity starts to vanish
Like magic up In the attic
My ration, Ain't for compassion
I'm tatted, I'm fucking splattered
Get slanted with my Hispanics
I blam it, a fuckin savage
Like Anakin fucking Skywalker Mannequins In the high water
I'm Jesus, A fucking demon
The season of fuckin heathens
Like Venus, up in arenas
Can't rack it, you fucking faggot
I'm beaming, they got me scheming Like Phineas, and fucking Ferb
I'm grieving, for what they learned
I'm posed, I left em shocked
Get Chrome'd right on the spot
Get domed get fucking chalked
I'm gold I'm fucking hot
I'm gone like fucking Spock
Dethrone these fucking locks
I hope for fuckin shine
With dope up in my mind
Can't cope without the grind
No hope without the lines
No hope without the grind
Can't cope without my lines
I hoped for fucking signs
I'm doped up in my mind
I hope for fucking shine
I'm dope up in my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Abdulaziz Alzayed
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