Manic
I'm by myself but I guess that I'm not alone
I'm texting with my lil baby we talking over the phone (ay)
Rosetta Stone
I'm really just always stoned
I'm running low on the weed and I think I might need a loan (ay)
My brain static
I guess I'm psycho I'm manic
I'm off a little don't panic
I'm just off a couple xanax
I'm chilling just like some hammocks
I'm crazy with all these antics
Toe tag it
I bag it
Flag it
Not smart but adding mathematics (ay)
I'm glowing and yeah I'm showing
These pockets of mine ain't growing
But I keep it moving I'm going
I said that I'm never slowing
Just like this beat I be flowing
And these fucking ops pull up knowing
Gotta keep the grass low I'm mowing
All these fucking freaks and we pouring
Gotta keep the motherfucking pace up
With the way you be acting to me boy you better be looking around with that waist tuck
Better keep your face up
Or you'll end up with your race up
Better kill me or worse like I ride in a hearse with these pills feel like they laced up (ay)
But it don't matter
I'm smoking up on this shatter
Pit patter till yo brain splatter
I'm higher just like a ladder (ay)
And fuck the latter
I'm crazy like the mad hatter
Yo bitch I ain't tryna flatter I got mine and yo shit sadder (ay)
Oh just where do I begin
I'm sipping up on some gin
I felt like I'd never win
But I guess they like when I sin
Been on this shit since like ten
Gotta go and pick up again
So I guess I'll start at the end
Where I guess I don't got no friends
And no we cant make ammends
Just look direct at the lense
My body I gotta cleanse (ay)
While you talk that shit to yo friends
Better say that shit to my face
Or I'll put you straight in yo place
Take a fucking picture disgrace
See that fucking look on your face
Cuz I fucking murder erase
Guess I'll fucking see you in space
Catching fucking bodies no case
Cuz I'm just all over the place
Got the blade tuck just in case
If you fucking pull up like a pussy with a pistol if that's the case
While I slick up this blade
And you're catching this fade
While I do this bitch yeah I'm getting payed
It's like every night I get laid
Pray to god I don't get a raid
All this weed I'm growing it stayed
I mighta made them a trade
Cuz I'm pretty sure I"ll make it somewhere better with the lyrics I made
I'm texting with my lil baby we talking over the phone (ay)
Rosetta Stone
I'm really just always stoned
I'm running low on the weed and I think I might need a loan (ay)
My brain static
I guess I'm psycho I'm manic
I'm off a little don't panic
I'm just off a couple xanax
I'm chilling just like some hammocks
I'm crazy with all these antics
Toe tag it
I bag it
Flag it
Not smart but adding mathematics (ay)
I'm glowing and yeah I'm showing
These pockets of mine ain't growing
But I keep it moving I'm going
I said that I'm never slowing
Just like this beat I be flowing
And these fucking ops pull up knowing
Gotta keep the grass low I'm mowing
All these fucking freaks and we pouring
Gotta keep the motherfucking pace up
With the way you be acting to me boy you better be looking around with that waist tuck
Better keep your face up
Or you'll end up with your race up
Better kill me or worse like I ride in a hearse with these pills feel like they laced up (ay)
But it don't matter
I'm smoking up on this shatter
Pit patter till yo brain splatter
I'm higher just like a ladder (ay)
And fuck the latter
I'm crazy like the mad hatter
Yo bitch I ain't tryna flatter I got mine and yo shit sadder (ay)
Oh just where do I begin
I'm sipping up on some gin
I felt like I'd never win
But I guess they like when I sin
Been on this shit since like ten
Gotta go and pick up again
So I guess I'll start at the end
Where I guess I don't got no friends
And no we cant make ammends
Just look direct at the lense
My body I gotta cleanse (ay)
While you talk that shit to yo friends
Better say that shit to my face
Or I'll put you straight in yo place
Take a fucking picture disgrace
See that fucking look on your face
Cuz I fucking murder erase
Guess I'll fucking see you in space
Catching fucking bodies no case
Cuz I'm just all over the place
Got the blade tuck just in case
If you fucking pull up like a pussy with a pistol if that's the case
While I slick up this blade
And you're catching this fade
While I do this bitch yeah I'm getting payed
It's like every night I get laid
Pray to god I don't get a raid
All this weed I'm growing it stayed
I mighta made them a trade
Cuz I'm pretty sure I"ll make it somewhere better with the lyrics I made
Credits
Writer(s): Xane York
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