[Hook]
Still a chain smoking
Name dropping

Good looking
Muh' $#&@ing
Motha, shut your mouth

Brain broken
Frank Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping

Paint dripping
Motha, shut your mouth


[Verse 1]
Somebody pray for the guy, oh lord
I wonder what might goes on

Somethin' jammin' know we share
A rappin' trappin' trippin' sinnin
Slipping fluent chewing Vicodin

Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look just alike

And I'm afraid that this one right here
Might be the last time that I write a song
Lot of ^!$$%s wanna go out with a bang

But I ain't tryna go out at all
So I ain't tryna go out the door
Got a lot of ideas coulda throw out the door

Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint
From an introspective drugged out standpoint
Throw vans joint, wanna hold hands joint

Old school for my old lone man joint

[Hook]


[Brigde]
This part right here, right now

Right here, this part my %#@!
I play this so loud in the Corrad
Forget to park my whip

I lean back, then spark my %#@!
I turn up, I talk my %#@!
Hope you love all of my %#@!

I hope you love all of my %#@! (IGH)

[Verse 2]

Why toss my filter when she saved my life?
The same %#@! that kills us, always feels so right
That's why I pray to the dear lord

God know who he be
Truth be told he juiced me
Introduced me to the lucy leaf

Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter
Big flip, kick to heaven and the bucket, $#&@ your supplier
Lies, Levis on fire

Flyer on the wall I'm brighter
In the darkness of the night
In the sky I get higher, higher


[Hook]


[Bridge]

[Hook]