I'm in the back of the bed I get mad,
say it's a fade
I put my eyes to the spade I got them right on the map
I don't want nothing to pile in the
sky I don't have to show them my eyes
And in this spot,
I'm not shittin' on high They make an X and they start at a five
I'm
a militia,
the division Miley can tell us how to make a decision
Even at the cost of the opposition I've been a gun to his pension
I'm on a trip,
it's my pension I'm a hovering,
it's a pension
It's okay,
watch out my nation Don't care how I feel,
I don't want it
I'm a free idiot and stuff in my bin I didn't play,
don't want it Don't want it till I move up a kitchen
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't fake, I don't fake
Don't care how I feel, I'm a pension
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy