I can't feel that luck, I just feel meshed I'll be on my *, put a new word next
In two cups, sippin' on somethin' that Ray And where would I be if we never had me?
That blade on me, say I got chopsticks Don't take too much and you might get bricked
Bitch, drop per drop, make a pickup quick And *, * snacks, I don't play like this
My drugs got a buzz, tryna smoke Cut ties, I love my zoes
Put two on a plane, goin' home These hoes just coast for the road
I ain't never been to St. Cys, folks Big knives to my back, no joke
I guess what I mean is that I can't float
Now we'll get lost if you don't
Let go of me My pop, my *, don't make no toast to me
Cause the same one showin' is the one supposed to leave
I feel how I feel, and I'm supportin' me And I do way better than my own, don't ask
for * Can't feel that luck, I just feel meshed up
I'll be on my *, put a new word next
In two cups, sippin' on somethin' that red stuff
And where would I be if we never had me?
Love Can't feel this luck, I just feel meshed up
I'll be on my *, put a new word next up In two cups, sippin' on somethin' that red stuff
And where would I be if we never had met?
Love This way, this world is movin', so depressive
Stay by myself, my dark side too aggressive Tell soul alone, but *, I'm never stressin'
You're * by the bitch, I can't, they never had *
How could I tell them when I can't see a thing?
I ain't saw nothin', it's all blasphemous to me
I got carrots, that's the only thing I've seen Big diamond married to the league
No team got sticks, they with a beam Show free and money, shredded cheese
No feast on Sfettuccine green And I stay smokin' Charlie Sheen on my O.D.
That's how all my brothers died, so * it, take those beans
Let me get a number nine, I'll triple that My final days, I'm on my way, I'm on my way


I got blue face Benji's, you can call them what you want
And all I know is really, I could never stop I cannot take breaks because this life is
what I'm on I will live my dream and I don't care, might
take too long Can't feel this luck, I just feel messed
I be on my *, put the new world next Into a club, sippin' on somethin' that red
And where would I be if we never had met?
Love This way, this world is movin', so depressive
Better * with my ostrich not home A breeze you just can feel
Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah