Look, shit, this one going out to my pops, yeah, old soul, nah, nah, I love you dad
Check me out, this is like take 50 of the beginning shit
I'm tired of doing it they way, I'd rather cultivate my own
I'm trying to take a trip to Norway, but I'm broke and barely grown
But grown enough to get wasted and chug a whole Patron
And grown enough to be hated for everything I've known
Man, that's life I guess
Everybody need a thing or two to play that mental chess
For me, it's girls and working and some weed because it ease my stress
Careful when I'm walking out in public, I'm a rubberneck
A rubberneck, especially when it come to f*cking number checks
Lady, please don't interject
They were nice
I get it, lady
I need to relax
I'm heavy on the thrax , yeah
Crushing on this girl, she only called me handsome
F*ck
My thoughts are being held at ransom
Probably from the drinks in which I drunk all in tandem
I see a shark in the Savannah
Now I'm back on this again
Falling for my tricks again
I bet you don't know where I'm recording
I'm in Michigan
I just want my bitch again
I know I can't have her
I put my heart on Michelin
Speed it off away cause' there's no way i'm feeling this again
Cupid, Have mercy on my soul
I'm losing it and all these niggas around me, they don't know
I just took another hit I'm on my way to losing all control
My demons getting bold
I hope it's not too late for me
All I really hope to be is someone who inspires me
