SLEEP(FALLIN)

Ain't no bag for a bitch, who chase me, tryna waste my time
Got a gun, but bitch, you got your wig split
Gotta hop on that fence, you see, go fetch that shit
What a rookie ass move, I turn around, catch the sack
Pat da cat, cruisin', barely loseing cherrys, thats what I'm chewin' up
Upon inside of my lungs, yeah, inside my lungs

I don't care, cuz I confess, bitch, you don't wanna know what's up with me
Havin' sex inside a coffin, yeah, you can meet me cross the street
Cruisin' consequences, losing confidence, that confidential ass mother fucker
Goh see me, I'm takin' him off of the food chain
Goh snatch another fools chain, peekin' up at the skys time, while it turn gray
Staring' and scaring' down the path that I'm on
Take the carriage down to the palace, cuz im prince fa$e local disgrace

Watch them freak out, cause my blunt is not for some come slumped out of a
Couple of daises, fuck all your phrases
Throw his head inside my oven, yeah, that says FDA approved
Project Pact, thumpin' crossed as fuck im stressing
Put my head inside of a bottle, bitch, I'm never settling
HPD and OPs on my dick, because of last year
Stand up for myself,
Yung Mut turnt up, because we passed
Fearin' the worst, spear in the surface, of chest of a serve
Man, stiff as that birds sand, Trickling down' the pave
Cuz if a mummy near you, means that I'm comin' for you
Sealing the wounds that the bullets went through, my heart is what bullets went through
I'm griefing and cheifing so close to your demons
Wanna be happy forever, see cannabis inhale the reef when I pick off the stems
Green stains, green waves, blue lines, when

Trippin', you smokin' that spice, make you better
I just wanna Chief, just wanna smoke, fallin' asleep, mid-rotation
You asked me if I want that shit, I said, bitch, I'll take that hoe
Cleared the bong went back to sleep, like it was fuckin' nothin', hoe



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Writer(s): Andrew Widener
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