BLAST OFF (feat. Lil Medium)

Im so high I might blow this task off
And im so sick I might just do this mask off...
Like look me in my eyes while I blast off
I want you to know I am your disaster...

Tell em' dance, dance my flow too loud gas underground advance
Need that oil money, china white and france
Took a chance, aint funny buying stocks with rubber bands
Somethings coming, I dont think they ready for the plan
I go stupid, tell my Dr. do it, give me something stronger
Man I wanna see the stars, come on make this shit last longer
Then I drop it, this a hotter topic, shout out to them gothics
Ima prophet, if kick me out you better fuckin lock it
Like Damn tho, I thought you for the fam bro
Moving packs since Blake was slidin open van doors
Microscopic, used to run the wild with my vandals
Run from dogs and cops it had me kicking off my sandals

Im so high I might blow this task off
And im so sick I might just do this mask off...
Like look me in my eyes while I blast off
I want you to know I am your disaster...

Im in a mood, dont hit my phone
All alone, Medusa stoned
Different roaches in my home, all exotic, you shoulda known...
This me sayin im sorry
But I dont even wanna go party, got sick last night was noddin
She thick too and she naughty
I gotta plateful, they told me perkys help me when its painful
I swear to god that never was the case tho
Plus I want Pesos, for that ill grab machetes like i'm Trejo
But I promise that im off em, im just feeling nauseous
Im too exhausted, had to leave you ghosted
Theres no need to plead my case, mask off they seen my face
I go back I need that taste, freed my schedule for this day Im...

Im so high I might blow this task off
And im so sick I might just do this mask off...
Like look me in my eyes while I blast off
I want you to know I am your disaster...



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Childs
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