from talking to you

Shit, I just dropped my acid, where'd it go?
Oh, it's on my tongue, grab my pistol, open up my Glock
Let that shit go dumb, choppa on my anchor, I mean my anchor on my gun
We just killed yo' man's, like, why do you look glum?

Okay, put it in your mouth
Make you chew on it like gum
Pull back the receiver, shoot my shot, empty my drum
Said the girl don't like me, so why she eat my cum?
Backseat never lacking, always sound like-

I lost all my brain cells just from talking to you
I lost half my nostrils just from talking to you
I lost all my eyeballs just from talking to you
I lost my fucking head just from talking to you

This space as fucking as silent now

Doctor, can you please fix my brain?
Nothing's wrong, I just feel too plain
Take a fucking table to my face
I keep fentanyl just in case

Maybe I've seen too much TV
Maybe I watch too much violence
I've seen people lose their head
I've seen people fuck the dead

I'm considered risky with guns
They don't let me touch a single one
The school thinks I'm at risk
They always labeled me as gifted



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Writer(s): Quinn Lewis
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