Diggin for Money in Dallas

I came to get my check I didn't know what's next
I said I'll see you later thought you was the best
Stuck in a fuckin' dream I don't remember the rest
Said no more talking bout' it hickeys on your neck

I'm writing down the things I thought
I think I see I sleep I jot
Please no more hoodie It's too hot
I keep on going but you say stop
Keep on grinding you can't stand it
My weed from a different planet
We should smoke before they ban it
On a mission but you know I planned it

Know I planned it from the summer from before
I got a lot of shit to do please don't walk out the door
If I said it then I meant it prolly said it twice or more
That's my machete bitch I left it at the store

Tell when to talk I'm banging on my head
Please tell me when it fuckin' stops
You say you on a walk it's time to go to bed
I saw you running from the cops
Climbing to the top
I'll soon be dead
Switched out from the rock
You thought they had us
Got me bleeding now attention to my status

I'm the king of loneliness and I say welcome to my palace
We be staring out the window and I see they lookin at us
This communication thing is difficult I need the practice
It's the plan that we escape straight out to Dallas
On my money shit you know that I be digging past the grave
Fuck
Yesterday was a mistake cuz you never forgave me
Lost my grip reality does not care for the safety
Early wake and bake it got my feelin lazy

I'm writing down the things I thought
I think I see I sleep I jot
Please no more hoodie It's too hot
I keep on going but you say stop
Keep on grinding you can't stand it
My weed from a different planet
We should smoke before they ban it
On a mission but you know I planned it