Back to the task at hand

you know the shit i do
So clever got them waving their hands

Like we want more

Supply and demand so i go off

and they love it

Its the pill popping still shopping

even though i get mad
Shit free love thrifting

Nuttin like some brand new oh shit
Cuz coming up

i couldn’t afford this

Y’all rappers is lame like skimmed milk

I’m built like infants playing jenga

Cuz i’ll rap like jesus in a manger

Thats beautiful like the lips on topanga

I’m thirsty and you a tall glass of water

to a mexican sneaking through the boarder

She read me

like she bought me from borders

Said if you digging me dig deep or gotta go harder




Every day i wanna party all the time

Eat molly all the time

Get gnarly all the time

Honestly i think its fucking up my mind

Cuz all i wanna do is party i forgot about the grind




Open your ears the dopest is amongst us

Getting in the swing of things like nunchucks

Be small now there aint no controlling him

Making dudes shape up like i own a gym

I’m on the grind i’m busting these moves

So the throne will be mine ya kids is stoops

I woke up tried to toke up

hit up the weed man but no luck

I’ve been getting money off the books

Weed molly oxy and some thank ass kush

Rhyme sayer

throwing back makers

sour happy hour got me drunker than a sailor

I’m thirsty and you a tall glass of water

to a mexican sneaking through the border

She read me

like she bought me from borders

Said if you digging me dig deep or gotta go harder




Every day i wanna party all the time

Eat molly all the time

get gnarly all the time

Honestly i think its fucking up my mind

Cuz all i wanna do is party i forgot about the grind

Were

you caught

in regressionIn the past lives that you livedThat made you cut your wings downThat made you wrapped in silk

Was it the sun

or the beachesThat made you wanna runA little light inside your veins
That made you come undone
I swear this is the last timeI let you touch my skinYeah this is the last timeSay you never coming back
I'm lying
in
your
bedsheetsAirplanes in the skyI swear this is the last timeCross my heart and hope to die
Were you thinking 'bout tomorrow,
In the moment that you seek
Cause you're driven by your own thirstAnd the longing makes you weak
Soon the fragments of your loverIs a picture that you paintAnd you're hooked on all the colorsBut you don't feel anything