AiR MATTRESS

I just let 'em think I'm alright
Dozed off on the green, I fell asleep in the sky
I don't answer questions, what I think, it ain't nice
I don't like these demons I be seeing through my pride

Ay, don't be talking bout 'em, talking to 'em, I can't let 'em go
All my vices fall in line with what I like, they like a ho
What's it like to lose your sight, I get my highest at the lows
And them rolls give me control
That nigga was balling for one season, now he back on that bench
Was fucking with Roxie but it got toxic, turned my back on that bitch
I love narcotics and I hate narcs, you go out bad if you switch
For them old rules, got a new broom, send him to the sky like he a witch

If I find a new bag, forgive me or my sins, I'm finna die rich
I don't do old feelings just new dealings, I'm too tired of that switch
Yeah, I got old drugs, got new money, I'm too high for this shit
And I got new slugs, got new guns, and both of em my kids
Yeah, I was just asleep at 5 PM
5 AM, I wake up tryna figure out what I can
I lost too much time and I just realized where I am
Take no breaks, I make mistakes, up everyday like what's the plan?
Perc made me too slow, might chew up some caps and open my mind today
Lately I'm rolling the Dys, no, DD ain't dead, he up in a hideaway
If I make a milli' today, I'ma go insane acting like I'm tryna find a way
I got a lot on my mind, I keep it inside until I got time to say
Fuck them tires, any whip I got, I'll burn em like a stove
Fuck them wires, who you is and who you work for? I don't know
All I know is my desire is this money and these shows
And I'm required to let it blow if you get close so don't get stoned
I don't really wanna meet your timing
Hot heads, we could change your climate
Why that nigga wanna be so bout it? He childish
Slide beats, he ain't doing no sliding
Take meds, I ain't tryna be wilding
Can't stray though problems be piling
Why cry? I'd rather be silent

I just let 'em think I'm alright
Dozed off on the green, I fell asleep in the sky
I don't answer questions, what I think, it ain't nice
I don't like these demons I be seeing through my pride

Ay, don't be talking bout 'em, talking to 'em, I can't let 'em go
All my vices fall in line with what I like, they like a ho
What's it like to lose your sight, I get my highest at the lows
And them rolls give me control
That nigga was balling for one season, now he back on that bench
Was fucking with Roxie but it got toxic, turned my back on that bitch
I love narcotics and I hate narcs, you go out bad if you switch
For them old rules, got a new broom, send him to the sky like he a witch



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Writer(s): Warrick Dawsey
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