Withdrawals

Playing croquet with Thor's hammer
I don't stammer
They won't believe this shit if it ain't on camera
Don't pull it out, Baby, I'm a phone jammer
They got dreams of getting clout-me I don't have em
I don't need em
Depressive episode-filmed a whole season with four sequels
No gold diggers in my bed-only cold shivers
If I doze off in an instant imma sleep 44 minutes
I bit the bullet cause I was low on iron, son
Not because they fired, just knew that it was time to run
Ditched the white collar-Dutchie sucked at ironing
ain't running out of gas, but he ain't got no plug supplying him
My squad a bunch of firemen, controlled flames flying out the jaws
No denying that you wound up in a mothafuckin lion's den
When you set foot inside the room the mic was in
'S why you hearing sirens before I even begin
Beat-devouring
Fighters flying in
Dutchie skin like a Shaolin's, ain't no trying him
They crazy-eyeing him
Cause he don't sleep when sun below horizon and
He don't try until it rise again

I drench my bedsheets in my own sweat
Daydreaming all night, and I ain't awoke yet
Losing focus
Three minutes-hundred two emotions
I need a break, but my brain on a road trip

I drench my bedsheets in my own sweat
Daydreaming all night, and I ain't awoke yet
Losing focus
Three minutes-hundred two emotions
I need a break, but my brain on a road trip

Midnight's a hunnid seconds off
As the chamber spins, I type sins and send regards
To the man above, blessings I don't pass em up
Now it's 2 AM, so fuck a nap, bruh, ain't no catching up
3 o'clock, 3:30, 4 o'clock, I be urging for a hit
And breathe dirty cigarettes instead of it
Leave them weed cravings severed quick
Beat 'em with rhetoric
Constantly at war, my core's heated like kettles is
Running down the hands of time, it's six
On my Aubrey Graham shit, one day imma pay for it
Until then, I play pretend and act like I'll make amends
Facts-replacing em with cap, like a Kremlinist
8 zero zero, Dutch a weeping willow,
Celly going off, response-uppercuting pillows
See, when duty calls, Dutchie be deserting
You won't see no service
But them honor medals-know that he deserve em
Feed on verses I ain't breakfasting
10 AM, step up out my den, then right back-I'm tennissing
Then it's 12 again, and it's back to beat-severing
Fuck a 9 to 5, bruh I couldn't ever settle in

I drench my bedsheets in my own sweat
Daydreaming all night, and I ain't awoke yet
Losing focus
Three minutes-hundred two emotions
I need a break, but my brain on a road trip

I drench my bedsheets in my own sweat
Daydreaming all night, and I ain't awoke yet
Losing focus
Three minutes-hundred two emotions
I need a break, but my brain on a road trip