Mindless
Smoked to much, now there's faces on these stones (Yea)
Minds all lost when I called you on the phone
But these hoes gon smoke until you really walk alone (Yea)
Snakes gon fuck up everything until it's done (Yea)
They all try go rollin off these acid tabs, ya they
Cant handle everything that they said
But it's cool
But it's cool
See I'm trying to travel to Germany, I think
I tried to do it but these walls heard of me
Yea, they know it all
Yea, they know it all
Really tried to do it tell they ruined me courtesy, yea I think
That it's not me Because they calling they all wanna be's
Yea, they know it all
Yea, they know it all
Fuckin with this shawty cuz we smoking on balcony's
Yea, I can't believe were running tell there's nothin for remedy
Yea, we fucked it up
Yea, we fucked it up
You need to let my mind go, you've had it for too long (Yea)
I've been stuck in freeze frames, but I'm rollin off a clutch (Yea)
Everyone leaving except, not these drugs (Yea)
Faces to the west, but they all dead what (Yea)
I don't like these hoes no, they all been loved (Yea)
I just want the taste of a little single blunt (Yea)
Keef for that bitch, now she say that she been loved (Yea)
I don't got time for these demonds no more
Roll up, roll up, roll up, and go numb
Feel no pain nothing comes out of love (Ya)
Pop a pill then go to sleep just cuz (Ya)
All this pain may it kill no one (Ya)
Head in the clouds I think I went dumb (Ya)
One hundred rounds to bitches I trust
Sayin I hate these ghosts
Sayin I hate these ghosts (Ya)
Minds all lost when I called you on the phone
But these hoes gon smoke until you really walk alone (Yea)
Snakes gon fuck up everything until it's done (Yea)
They all try go rollin off these acid tabs, ya they
Cant handle everything that they said
But it's cool
But it's cool
See I'm trying to travel to Germany, I think
I tried to do it but these walls heard of me
Yea, they know it all
Yea, they know it all
Really tried to do it tell they ruined me courtesy, yea I think
That it's not me Because they calling they all wanna be's
Yea, they know it all
Yea, they know it all
Fuckin with this shawty cuz we smoking on balcony's
Yea, I can't believe were running tell there's nothin for remedy
Yea, we fucked it up
Yea, we fucked it up
You need to let my mind go, you've had it for too long (Yea)
I've been stuck in freeze frames, but I'm rollin off a clutch (Yea)
Everyone leaving except, not these drugs (Yea)
Faces to the west, but they all dead what (Yea)
I don't like these hoes no, they all been loved (Yea)
I just want the taste of a little single blunt (Yea)
Keef for that bitch, now she say that she been loved (Yea)
I don't got time for these demonds no more
Roll up, roll up, roll up, and go numb
Feel no pain nothing comes out of love (Ya)
Pop a pill then go to sleep just cuz (Ya)
All this pain may it kill no one (Ya)
Head in the clouds I think I went dumb (Ya)
One hundred rounds to bitches I trust
Sayin I hate these ghosts
Sayin I hate these ghosts (Ya)
Credits
Writer(s): Slone Potts
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