yeah
look
he didn't believe in presidents
all he cared for was dividends
ain't no tellin' what felons'll ever do for benjamins
guns the size of my leg
pull up
tear off your ligaments
stay with 4 girls at a time
modern polygamists
and this penicillin isn't equipped for this
and my pen is filled up with syphilis
you'll never get the scent
i'm so meticulous
the flow ridiculous
my soul ambigenous
my road is infinite
hold up
had it bad for real
i'm back from hell
mackin' in my black chevelle and i don't need a strap for real
that's why they mad as hell
and pussy too
that's why i'm packin' vagisil
it's just for you
and you ain't even half as real as half the shit they put me through
it's cool
i crack the seal
it's actavis
a bag of pills
i'm 'bout to have you crashin'
jesus grab the wheel
hold it still
i start the engine
lost my motor skills
candy coat and rain in my cup
shit hit my soul for real
i think i'm rollin' still
i roll to kill
and i forgot how sober feels
i know your writer fam
he shoulda wrote your will
i'm under pressure
uh
that's why it's overkill
you know the deal
uh uh
you know the deal
4 in the morning
and you're still callin'
no matter how far i try to go
i keep on fallin'
now it's 5 in the morning
and i'm still callin'
no matter how far i try to go
i feel so lost here on this road
and i'm all alone
i'm all alone
i'm all alone
i'm all alone
i'm all alone
i'm all alone
i'm on my own
on my own
yeah