Clouded
Tats on my body
Mind, it stay cloudy
I'm getting colder
Like my nose runny
I split a onion
I threw a hundred
These hoes is cheap
Come by the dozen
I'm in the pink
Like I'm Steve Martin
I was just trying to see somethin'
Know what you did the last summer
Won't hear from me and then wonder
Shoot it up like I'm Shyne in it
Toot it up like I'm four hunnid
On the track, you know I run it
I'm nothing like you comparin' me
I blow a zone for my therapy
Said that I'm special, no ketamine
I make 'em sick, they need Dramamine
I want a new whip
Wit a tint, look like deep space
I got 'em seeing stars like they in a Wraith
I'm hard in the paint
Coming at you, won't miss
Why you choose to hate?
That shit dead like a R.I.P.
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
Aint see that shit in my requests
Now these hoes wanna act a mess
Act like I ain't see ya damn text
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing, uh
Tats on my body
Mind, it stay cloudy
I'm getting colder
Like my nose runny
I split a onion
I throw a hundred
These hoes is cheap
Come by the dozen
Yeah, yeah
They won't stop comin'
It's like a marathon, I'm sellin' product
I had to run that thing
What's the next subject?
I'm onto somethin'
They can tell I'm onto somethin'
They comin' and comin'
Ask me for lessons
But I just move on
Ask for the debit
I don't get credit
But I just smile it off
Hit me with bullshit
But I just shrug it off
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
Gotta just do my thing (yeah)
Mind, it stay cloudy
I'm getting colder
Like my nose runny
I split a onion
I threw a hundred
These hoes is cheap
Come by the dozen
I'm in the pink
Like I'm Steve Martin
I was just trying to see somethin'
Know what you did the last summer
Won't hear from me and then wonder
Shoot it up like I'm Shyne in it
Toot it up like I'm four hunnid
On the track, you know I run it
I'm nothing like you comparin' me
I blow a zone for my therapy
Said that I'm special, no ketamine
I make 'em sick, they need Dramamine
I want a new whip
Wit a tint, look like deep space
I got 'em seeing stars like they in a Wraith
I'm hard in the paint
Coming at you, won't miss
Why you choose to hate?
That shit dead like a R.I.P.
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
Aint see that shit in my requests
Now these hoes wanna act a mess
Act like I ain't see ya damn text
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing, uh
Tats on my body
Mind, it stay cloudy
I'm getting colder
Like my nose runny
I split a onion
I throw a hundred
These hoes is cheap
Come by the dozen
Yeah, yeah
They won't stop comin'
It's like a marathon, I'm sellin' product
I had to run that thing
What's the next subject?
I'm onto somethin'
They can tell I'm onto somethin'
They comin' and comin'
Ask me for lessons
But I just move on
Ask for the debit
I don't get credit
But I just smile it off
Hit me with bullshit
But I just shrug it off
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
I can't see a thing
Gotta just do my thing (yeah)
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Writer(s): Khalil Moore
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