Studio To Skatepark (feat. James Drainer & WOKEN)
Downtown Santa Ana got my street food
Play drums fucked up with these foos
Aint thinking boutta ex
I dont need to
Dont send me no text
I dont need you
They been talkin mad shit, just watchin
Ima Cali mothafucka out in Boston
I put her heart inside a box
And I locked it
She put the venom in my heart
And she stopped it
Aint tryna do shit man
Fuck this
Aint tryna find out what love is
Pulled up in cut
At the function
Heartbreak got me on some fuck shit
Tryp Flo
Edible just hit
Why you babysittin, homie? Takin only one hit
At the skatepark
Im kickin it with the punks
Eat shit, foo
Took a couple tabs
Im on a psychedelic trip, too
Yeah
Ima Cancer
Thats probably why Im a sickness
So every line thats written
The sicker way how Im spittin
And Im never stoppin
This is right here, my metropolis
Im killin everybody at the top of this
And showin everybody that Im the man
But I gotta be honest in my mind
I know I could see straight thru your lies
I call that visual lies
You know this year is my time
This music here is my ritual
Reachin regional lines
I promise Im gonna rise
But hold for it (Uh)
Lately I dont even know what the fuck I been doin
I sit in my bed but I feel like Im ruined
I feel like a ruin
I wish I could do it
And when I cant sleep, the tea what Im brewin
I got no money, so am persuing what you call a dream
I call it a mothafucken movement, man
Now come on
I run on all these tracks
Im lappin
They wonder what happened
The one and only assassin across the entire atlas
I got the empire mindset
Im blowin up when you blast this
Now just tell em where you at, Tryp Flo
Downtown Santa Ana got my street food
Play drums fucked up with these foos
Aint thinking boutta ex
I dont need to
Dont send me no text
I dont need you
They been talkin mad shit, just watchin
Ima Cali mothafucka out in Boston
I put her heart inside a box
And I locked it
She put the venom in my heart
And she stopped it
Aint tryna do shit man
Fuck this
Aint tryna find out what love is
Pulled up in cut
At the function
Heartbreak got me on some fuck shit
Tryp Flo an emotional mofucka
Ima Scorpio
Turnin nothin into something
And she a mofuckin blood sucker
But she call me a vampire
She barely met me
Now my dick got her saliva
She met a Scorpio
Ima Leo who busted
She tours around and fuck on everyone who touches
Im puttin in work with style so lucious
We damage the world giving it a concussion
The lean in my cup got me switchin and swervin
I know that youre not ready for this typa learnin
Fuck my competition, fuck my oponents
(Fuck my competition, fuck my oponents!)
The toughest alive
So swallow a xanny
Goin over this wall and no one can save me
Lookin for answers
My mind feelin lazy
All of that fake love, acting fugazi
Lookin for answers
My mind feelin lazy
All of that fake love, acting fugazi
Play drums fucked up with these foos
Aint thinking boutta ex
I dont need to
Dont send me no text
I dont need you
They been talkin mad shit, just watchin
Ima Cali mothafucka out in Boston
I put her heart inside a box
And I locked it
She put the venom in my heart
And she stopped it
Aint tryna do shit man
Fuck this
Aint tryna find out what love is
Pulled up in cut
At the function
Heartbreak got me on some fuck shit
Tryp Flo
Edible just hit
Why you babysittin, homie? Takin only one hit
At the skatepark
Im kickin it with the punks
Eat shit, foo
Took a couple tabs
Im on a psychedelic trip, too
Yeah
Ima Cancer
Thats probably why Im a sickness
So every line thats written
The sicker way how Im spittin
And Im never stoppin
This is right here, my metropolis
Im killin everybody at the top of this
And showin everybody that Im the man
But I gotta be honest in my mind
I know I could see straight thru your lies
I call that visual lies
You know this year is my time
This music here is my ritual
Reachin regional lines
I promise Im gonna rise
But hold for it (Uh)
Lately I dont even know what the fuck I been doin
I sit in my bed but I feel like Im ruined
I feel like a ruin
I wish I could do it
And when I cant sleep, the tea what Im brewin
I got no money, so am persuing what you call a dream
I call it a mothafucken movement, man
Now come on
I run on all these tracks
Im lappin
They wonder what happened
The one and only assassin across the entire atlas
I got the empire mindset
Im blowin up when you blast this
Now just tell em where you at, Tryp Flo
Downtown Santa Ana got my street food
Play drums fucked up with these foos
Aint thinking boutta ex
I dont need to
Dont send me no text
I dont need you
They been talkin mad shit, just watchin
Ima Cali mothafucka out in Boston
I put her heart inside a box
And I locked it
She put the venom in my heart
And she stopped it
Aint tryna do shit man
Fuck this
Aint tryna find out what love is
Pulled up in cut
At the function
Heartbreak got me on some fuck shit
Tryp Flo an emotional mofucka
Ima Scorpio
Turnin nothin into something
And she a mofuckin blood sucker
But she call me a vampire
She barely met me
Now my dick got her saliva
She met a Scorpio
Ima Leo who busted
She tours around and fuck on everyone who touches
Im puttin in work with style so lucious
We damage the world giving it a concussion
The lean in my cup got me switchin and swervin
I know that youre not ready for this typa learnin
Fuck my competition, fuck my oponents
(Fuck my competition, fuck my oponents!)
The toughest alive
So swallow a xanny
Goin over this wall and no one can save me
Lookin for answers
My mind feelin lazy
All of that fake love, acting fugazi
Lookin for answers
My mind feelin lazy
All of that fake love, acting fugazi
Credits
Writer(s): James Drainer
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Link
Other Album Tracks
- Stuck In the Thorns
- Acrylics On Canvas (feat. Vista Joy)
- Water & Lungs (feat. Mora Grey)
- Ascendimos
- Anarchist (feat. Breezy Supreme)
- El Muerto
- El Triste (feat. Classless Alex)
- Thinking Too Much (feat. Mora Grey) [Live Acoustic Version]
- Studio To Skatepark (feat. James Drainer & WOKEN)
- I Feel Like I'm Cursed
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