Visions
Thoughts run through my mind, catch em for they creep through the other ear
Okay lil nig would you feel better with your mother here
On that herba and yerba tryn not to reach for another beer
I ain't done nuthin yet, why would I reach for a cover here
Haven't said nothing yet so please don't quote me boy
Please don't gas me up, that ain't gon float me boy
Could you say something mean just to balance it out
It just don't matter that much, just a moment of doubt
This a momentous occasion
You can't cook with me boy get to folding your apron
It's big dogs in the kitchen won't let a scrap hit the flo
Use to be a pretty nigga should've package it moe
See you flick up with that whip what if I asked if it's yours
Got my couch from ikea this bit is scratching my floors
Tripping tryna write my ideas
But I can't capture the spores
What was I thinking
Tryna remember what I was thinking
Had an inkling but it left
Could be the meaning of life or completely meaning less
Fuck it I'm getting high, what the meaning is
Sherbet fritter cross on that old head new shit
Anyhow nothing much, what's up with you kid
Just a suburban dude, just like you said
Couple of my best buds done turned into food heads
Overdosed off Rottweiler
Lungs filled with liquid trying to breath is like growling
Kinda heavy
When tryna breath is like growling mmm mm
Searching trying to find my feet on the ground
Tryna breath is like growling mmm mm
Okay lil nig would you feel better with your mother here
On that herba and yerba tryn not to reach for another beer
I ain't done nuthin yet, why would I reach for a cover here
Haven't said nothing yet so please don't quote me boy
Please don't gas me up, that ain't gon float me boy
Could you say something mean just to balance it out
It just don't matter that much, just a moment of doubt
This a momentous occasion
You can't cook with me boy get to folding your apron
It's big dogs in the kitchen won't let a scrap hit the flo
Use to be a pretty nigga should've package it moe
See you flick up with that whip what if I asked if it's yours
Got my couch from ikea this bit is scratching my floors
Tripping tryna write my ideas
But I can't capture the spores
What was I thinking
Tryna remember what I was thinking
Had an inkling but it left
Could be the meaning of life or completely meaning less
Fuck it I'm getting high, what the meaning is
Sherbet fritter cross on that old head new shit
Anyhow nothing much, what's up with you kid
Just a suburban dude, just like you said
Couple of my best buds done turned into food heads
Overdosed off Rottweiler
Lungs filled with liquid trying to breath is like growling
Kinda heavy
When tryna breath is like growling mmm mm
Searching trying to find my feet on the ground
Tryna breath is like growling mmm mm
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Writer(s): Eric Mikulak
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