Текст песни
Living my life and they think I'm mad. I should tell my mama I ain't take that Tab. Hit up my bitch and she ain't hit Right back. Now I'm suspicious in the crib like Whoa. Life gone crazy 'cause I'm living too fast. Walking down the street tryna pick up that gas. Cops went crazy tryna look in my bag. Tell 'em back up, man, I'm just tryna smoke. Why does hell gotta feel like home? Why Does heaven gotta seem unknown? And when I die, I know that I see them both. And if I try, Will you see the strength of the hope? I was high as smoke and I'm fucking loud When I was walking into my school. The bug eye boys saw coming, man, and I Knew what I was 'bout to do. Yeah, green as fuck with the orange hair and I swear to God that's the truth. Red eyes with my brains fried and I'm rolling In with my crew. We come from bandanas and Bad manners. A damn savage and you can't stand This. If you talking shit, get your ass handed To your mama bitch where my dick landed. Now she following like she Miss Manson. Missing me with them pistol glancing. Crystals crashing, color vision enhancing. Call the broads and we gon' get 'em dancing Like-Living my life and they think I'm mad. I should tell my mama I ain't take that Tab. Hit up my bitch and she ain't hit Right back. Now I'm suspicious in the crib like Whoa. Life gone crazy 'cause I'm living too fast. Walking down the street tryna pick up that gas. Cops went crazy tryna look in my bag. Tell 'em back up, man, I'm just tryna smoke. Back up, I'm plastered, you bastard. Tryna get out these streets, we gon' make it Out faster. Don't wanna fuck with your life, it Already a disaster. I'ma preach to you all like a pastor. Bitch, I am seriously stupid, but at least I Am stupidly fluent. I might just fuck with you all and fuck Up your day all for a little amusement. Living my life and they think I'm mad 'til The bitch wake up and a leave my pad. She slammed my door, said she got no class. Now I'm in the room again like whoa. Wait 'til she gone and I'll take out my Bag. Fill that bong with a little bit of Gas. Take a deep breath and I'll let that Last. Damn, I finally got to smoke.
Vertigo! — Trouble
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