27 CLUB
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
First things first I don't wanna keep it in
My team good I don't want your options
Demons in my closet but I keep em locked in
I'm telling you the truth I got a guilty conscience
Walk up in the club I don't know what's popping
Walk out of the door cos that place is shocking
After I die, put my body on auction
I've seen a lot of shit where I live
It ain't too far from Compton
Speaking of Compton
Shout out to Eazy E
Imma join the 27 club till then, rest in peace
These people think they know me I say only seemingly
Don't bring up the ghosts of the past bitch, just leave them be
I want the good and the bad, I've been waiting eagerly
One day there's gonna be a song with JID and me
Till then Imma take it easy sleeping peacefully
Think I'll switch it up soon I've been blonde legally
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
What do you want from me bitch
Is it my money or my ass
Or my clout or my grass
The way I deal with the brass
Is there anyone who likes me for who I really am
Guess I'll never know, cos I don't trust nobody till I can't
My problem is I always look for the bad
So no matter how well things are going I always end up sad
You know I'm trying, okay, okay now don't be mad
Cos you never really know what you want until you have, it
I fall in and out of the pit
Crawl in a sunken abyss
Until I find, it
They don't mean, shit
Just care about who's lit, or not
Am I hot, or not
Do I follow god
Call me sir tokes a lot
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
First things first I don't wanna keep it in
My team good I don't want your options
Demons in my closet but I keep em locked in
I'm telling you the truth I got a guilty conscience
Walk up in the club I don't know what's popping
Walk out of the door cos that place is shocking
After I die, put my body on auction
I've seen a lot of shit where I live
It ain't too far from Compton
Speaking of Compton
Shout out to Eazy E
Imma join the 27 club till then, rest in peace
These people think they know me I say only seemingly
Don't bring up the ghosts of the past bitch, just leave them be
I want the good and the bad, I've been waiting eagerly
One day there's gonna be a song with JID and me
Till then Imma take it easy sleeping peacefully
Think I'll switch it up soon I've been blonde legally
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
I don't chip in
Till I've bought it
I don't give in
Cos I've got it
Lock up my wrist
When you're talking
I don't exist
When I'm falling
I don't pretend
To be modest
You just pretend
To be honest
I play with bats
You play with robins
I hit the sack
You'll hit the coffin
What do you want from me bitch
Is it my money or my ass
Or my clout or my grass
The way I deal with the brass
Is there anyone who likes me for who I really am
Guess I'll never know, cos I don't trust nobody till I can't
My problem is I always look for the bad
So no matter how well things are going I always end up sad
You know I'm trying, okay, okay now don't be mad
Cos you never really know what you want until you have, it
I fall in and out of the pit
Crawl in a sunken abyss
Until I find, it
They don't mean, shit
Just care about who's lit, or not
Am I hot, or not
Do I follow god
Call me sir tokes a lot
Credits
Writer(s): Sanchay Wadhwa
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