Feel Nothing
Back wood big puffy
Keepa thick skin
Clean mushy
Always better off gettin rid of dirty money
Karma is a bitch and irony is funny
Seein friends turn to fiends
Way their nose is always runny
Man shit is never sweet
Even if you had it coming
An optimist it will tell you
Don't let it be for nothing
A realist will you
That you better do something
Once something is done
It is all up for assumption
What you coulda shoulda woulda
Most people just say fuck it
Till it eats from the inside
And they feel nothing
Light it up roll one
We sip we throw up
Do it do it
All again like we hate our health
I spend the common wealth
On a Gucci belt just hang myself for style
Please don't call my phone
No more
I don't do it for the drugs
I don't do it for applause
I don't give a fuck about the pros and cons
Ayo Auxv
They say we a human
A humon
I don't wana die bitch
Fly through dimensions
When I close my eyelids
I still hear voices
When there is only silence
They want me to be violent
They want me to be violent
Back wood big puffy
Keepa thick skin
Clean mushy
Always better off gettin rid of dirty money
Karma is a bitch and irony is funny
Seein friends turn to fiends
Way their nose is always runny
Man shit is never sweet
Even if you had it coming
An optimist it will tell you
Don't let it be for nothing
A realist will you
That you better do something
Once something is done
It is all up for assumption
What you coulda shoulda woulda
Most people just say fuck it
Till it eats from the inside
And they feel nothing
They trying way to hard
How I get these scars
Really thought they could finish you
Check the status
They just partially check in
When them cheques clear
If you really respect me by all means
I got presidentials I can't spend
Beyond me
Flirty Ex's really thought they could call me
It's 4am send a message
I'm arms reach
But don't you try to link me baby
I'm smoking cubans and bomb weed
Phenomenal feeling in my hands
Under palm trees feel the breeze
I bet they wish they didn't step out on the boy
How they feelin
What you doin
Wish em well
Send a parcel through the Forbes
With my ugly ass winking through the cover
Middle finger tell em how to care about it
Ask em how the fuck y'all poppin
Its the fact we some careless mother fuckas
Tryna blow up tellin stories about trash weed
An back seats how wed do it all again
And they feel nothing
Light it up roll one
We sip we throw up
Do it do it
All again like we hate our health
I spend the common wealth
On a Gucci belt just hang myself for style
Please don't call my phone
No more
Keepa thick skin
Clean mushy
Always better off gettin rid of dirty money
Karma is a bitch and irony is funny
Seein friends turn to fiends
Way their nose is always runny
Man shit is never sweet
Even if you had it coming
An optimist it will tell you
Don't let it be for nothing
A realist will you
That you better do something
Once something is done
It is all up for assumption
What you coulda shoulda woulda
Most people just say fuck it
Till it eats from the inside
And they feel nothing
Light it up roll one
We sip we throw up
Do it do it
All again like we hate our health
I spend the common wealth
On a Gucci belt just hang myself for style
Please don't call my phone
No more
I don't do it for the drugs
I don't do it for applause
I don't give a fuck about the pros and cons
Ayo Auxv
They say we a human
A humon
I don't wana die bitch
Fly through dimensions
When I close my eyelids
I still hear voices
When there is only silence
They want me to be violent
They want me to be violent
Back wood big puffy
Keepa thick skin
Clean mushy
Always better off gettin rid of dirty money
Karma is a bitch and irony is funny
Seein friends turn to fiends
Way their nose is always runny
Man shit is never sweet
Even if you had it coming
An optimist it will tell you
Don't let it be for nothing
A realist will you
That you better do something
Once something is done
It is all up for assumption
What you coulda shoulda woulda
Most people just say fuck it
Till it eats from the inside
And they feel nothing
They trying way to hard
How I get these scars
Really thought they could finish you
Check the status
They just partially check in
When them cheques clear
If you really respect me by all means
I got presidentials I can't spend
Beyond me
Flirty Ex's really thought they could call me
It's 4am send a message
I'm arms reach
But don't you try to link me baby
I'm smoking cubans and bomb weed
Phenomenal feeling in my hands
Under palm trees feel the breeze
I bet they wish they didn't step out on the boy
How they feelin
What you doin
Wish em well
Send a parcel through the Forbes
With my ugly ass winking through the cover
Middle finger tell em how to care about it
Ask em how the fuck y'all poppin
Its the fact we some careless mother fuckas
Tryna blow up tellin stories about trash weed
An back seats how wed do it all again
And they feel nothing
Light it up roll one
We sip we throw up
Do it do it
All again like we hate our health
I spend the common wealth
On a Gucci belt just hang myself for style
Please don't call my phone
No more
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Writer(s): Michael Thorne
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