how lucky am I? 20 I'm not dead broke or in jail
fucked up inside it's plenty that's dead hoping I fail
I'd rather show you than tell
but navigations a mystery
it's 47 women on my line that don't mean shit to me
blissfully intermittent
twisting weed in the cab
I missed you at intermission
switched the scene and the grass looking greener now
past shooting fast as nina wow
thinking of what's past moving past it to see you smile
onamatopeia mama se mama ma cu sah
I don't wanna be here I been praying to get off the block
mama say I'm in an awkward spot
known to talk a lot
gimme a couple weeks eighth ima nag a sock
e on my tank when I'm rolling through your neighborhood
for the chase and I'm just hoping you don't stay for good
playa pimp shit where you at you been
you saying slick shit get the fuck out of my mentions
most class hands down like I'm sitting back in algebra


I don't even want to but I gotta eat
feeling on my own two I don't even see
Or recognize the old you what you wanna be
I don't even know you
I don't even know you

I'll call you back in a minute bitch I'm spitting on a track
tit for tatlike the shit that you got written on your back
what's yo at where you at I'll forget it when I'm sober
she like come thru ay come over
she like 1, 2 uh payola
if you want to uh, crayola
color me surprised like I wondered what the fuck was living under your disguise
...looking stuck up in your eyes
I ain't got nothing to lose but I lain't fucking with your ties a
stuck In these but probably running when they're tied
I keep my shit laced
nah I'm serious dog I had my shit laced
paramedics running in my house
OG OD what the fuck are you about
what the I'm losing count
of the days as they go by
see time pass through the eyeglass and I don't know why
my past feeling like it's filtered no hi pass
my flask empty know you feel me when I ride past
my high ass still waking up too late
still thinking I can come through baked and with the shit
my mom still text my phone like it's 2012
I'm still trying to enjoy records no melle mel
they say give em hell when you get there, got the city on my back
i used to dream living with the fact
that you won't ever say you love me til it's too late
pray to god I never feel so broke I have to move to weight
a second time these days I hold my heart when I'm telling rhymes
to the gone and lost forever like oh my darling clementine
post mortem postpartum
go for it hold onto ever living memories as they come
it's so often that we live and die before we realize that it happened
the days become months and they turn out as imagined
this way beyond a love this shit was ...out of a passion
its days when I was fucked, sitting burned out on my last cent
pay me up front that shit don't work out on the back end
pull up, collect a check, them I chirp out and I'm laughing
shit yo I was meant for this shit
worth every single penny that you spent on the shit