New Moon
Ah shit, I gotta write another one, bouta smoke this one in the back, look at the window
look at everything else
Yo DJ Blood Moon, turn this shit up
Aye, sometimes I really gotta think, is it love when something hits me faster than I blink
Yeah, I know, rapping be everything I ever dreamed
Playing Dead Rising and Mortal Kombat on my Xbox 360
Shit, I never dreamed to be a rapper, but I'm always cooped up in the studio
Making everything happen, while I'm cooking up in my studio
Believe it though, I'm just dreaming, and thinkin way too much though
My ex-girlfriend texting me, just to fuck with me, and my mental state flow
Yeah, I just want her to tell her too fuck off
I'm just trying to climb my nearest cliff, hoe
Climb my nearest cliff, hoe
Turn this shit up, man
More, more
More drama be hitting me like a bullet, but I'm smoking and token before I go to work
Because these niggas stressing me out with them micro
Managing' like a bitch, watching every step
Like damn hoe, I ain't fucking up or nothing
I'd rather stay home, rapping and playing more camps
On my day off, feeling dead inside, but maybe it's just me thinking all the time
Maybe it's just me thinking all the time
look at everything else
Yo DJ Blood Moon, turn this shit up
Aye, sometimes I really gotta think, is it love when something hits me faster than I blink
Yeah, I know, rapping be everything I ever dreamed
Playing Dead Rising and Mortal Kombat on my Xbox 360
Shit, I never dreamed to be a rapper, but I'm always cooped up in the studio
Making everything happen, while I'm cooking up in my studio
Believe it though, I'm just dreaming, and thinkin way too much though
My ex-girlfriend texting me, just to fuck with me, and my mental state flow
Yeah, I just want her to tell her too fuck off
I'm just trying to climb my nearest cliff, hoe
Climb my nearest cliff, hoe
Turn this shit up, man
More, more
More drama be hitting me like a bullet, but I'm smoking and token before I go to work
Because these niggas stressing me out with them micro
Managing' like a bitch, watching every step
Like damn hoe, I ain't fucking up or nothing
I'd rather stay home, rapping and playing more camps
On my day off, feeling dead inside, but maybe it's just me thinking all the time
Maybe it's just me thinking all the time
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Writer(s): Yung Memories
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