HEART and SOUL (feat. Noaah)
Rolling up my blunt, Bitch I don't want to dont want to discuss this
Anxiety said fuck this, I always wonder what if
What if something happened to my mama or my family, boy
What if something happened and I get hit with the hammer, boy
Rollin' up my swisher, bitch, I do what I enjoy
Yes, I'm cruising through the void, and we always making noise
Light it up and smoke it, yes, I kick it with my boys
And you know that we stay rotten', live or die, can't make a choice
I can't make a decision, I'm fuckin' faded, I'm tripping
All the faces I'm missing, I keep a blade for the bitches
And stay away from the visions, I'm always stuck in my head
Take my anger out on shorty, Yeah we fuck till she dead
Fucking yo shawty, looking shoddy
Puttin' these bars inside me, blood is always clotting
Forgotten, might need an antibody
Missing Thanksgiving with my family
Over a Detox, dodging all they calls
I want to run just like some reeboks
Bitch, I've been killing myself, and all just for a feeling
Feeling like I'm on a cloud
Next day the puke be fuckin' spilling
Takin' what I'm giving, and I turn that shit to linen
Bitch, I'm feeling like I'm John, am I dead or fucking living
Anxiety said fuck this, I always wonder what if
What if something happened to my mama or my family, boy
What if something happened and I get hit with the hammer, boy
Rollin' up my swisher, bitch, I do what I enjoy
Yes, I'm cruising through the void, and we always making noise
Light it up and smoke it, yes, I kick it with my boys
And you know that we stay rotten', live or die, can't make a choice
I can't make a decision, I'm fuckin' faded, I'm tripping
All the faces I'm missing, I keep a blade for the bitches
And stay away from the visions, I'm always stuck in my head
Take my anger out on shorty, Yeah we fuck till she dead
Fucking yo shawty, looking shoddy
Puttin' these bars inside me, blood is always clotting
Forgotten, might need an antibody
Missing Thanksgiving with my family
Over a Detox, dodging all they calls
I want to run just like some reeboks
Bitch, I've been killing myself, and all just for a feeling
Feeling like I'm on a cloud
Next day the puke be fuckin' spilling
Takin' what I'm giving, and I turn that shit to linen
Bitch, I'm feeling like I'm John, am I dead or fucking living
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Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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