OFF DA TOP!
And I sauce for da chedda & da doe off da za
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune to da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
And I sauce for da chedda & da doe off da za
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune to da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
And I sauce for da chedda & da doe off da za
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune in da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune to da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
And I sauce for da chedda & da doe off da za
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune to da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
And I sauce for da chedda & da doe off da za
When I'm feeling up
I feel like a god
When I'm feeling down
I just feel like I'm not
Like I'm dead inside and my soul finna rot
Just 'bout every night
When I ain't feeling hot
I tune in da tunes
And I turn to the pot
Back when I was a janitor
Was mean with a mop
Ain't mean, but I clean up
If I go off ya top
Hey
And all this shit is off the top
My brain finna break
If they won't let me rock
Spent bills on these pills
That they made me pop
That shit made me ill
So you know I had to stop
Can't fuck with a fuzz
Can't fuck with a cop
They try to pull me over
But no, I cannot stop
Facing this blunt, I'ma race to the top
Facing my demons, we talking a lot
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Writer(s): Collin Schepers
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