Can’t stop spacing, oh, no
Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream
Can’t stop spacing, and when I’m on the ground
My feet square on the ground
My head up in the clouds
Looking down, out of this town
You know I gotta try
My f….. brain’s on fire
Just gotta toke again, after that
Can’t stop spacing out, oh, no
Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream
Water water water water water water water water
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where n….. dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now
Say it ain’t so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home
Deep sea dive
Got down but you stayed alive
It’s only you down there
You and the bends
And lose your mind
Lose track of breathing and time
It’s only you down there
Sleep with the tides
After party in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, goddamn, it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no Cheerios
I don’t wake up in the mornin’ for cereal
If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see
I’d put you in a mirror
I put in front of me
I put in front of me
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Jackie, she is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess that she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said “Hey, babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side”
Yeah, October Firm in the cut
Stay at the top like I’m stuck, that’s just how I’m giving it up
She wanna get married tonight, but I can’t take a knee ’cause I’m wearing all white
Me and my broski are twins but we don’t look alike
I can tell that you came with the Disney flow, ayy
Ain’t nobody ever heard about your Disney show, ayy
Got a bitch that remind me of my cereal
From Britain, when I see her, I’m like “cheerio”
Yeah, Alissa called asking me if we could win against Jake Paul (what)
I said, we Gucci like the shirts with the snakes on it
I just heard the song, Team 10, now I hate y’all
Logan, that will be your last hit like an 8 ball
Sleepin’ on the palette turned me to a savage
I’m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I’m still jackin’
I be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie’s with my Reeboks
I don’t say much, I just let the heat talk
I’ve felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wonder out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
I remember you and me
Back when we were seventeen
Drinking, kissing in the street
We couldn’t get enough
I see you layin’ there with me
Like my missing puzzle piece
Dreaming of what we could be
We couldn’t make you up
We had the songs that we sang along to
You had the moves to make me dance with you
I always saw you reaching and catching stars
We had the thing that everyone wanted
Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it
Did you get out I’m wondering where you are?
(Did you follow your, follow your fire?)
Your sister thinks that I’m a freak
She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week
I get so drunk that I can’t speak
Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say
Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up
She says that I drink too much
I fucked up and she hates my guts
She says that I need to grow up
Socks on concrete, Jolly Rancher kids
I was talkin’ back and now I gotta stay at grandma’s crib
Bunch of tank-top, nappy headed bike-stealin’ Chatham boys
None of my niggas ain’t had no dad
None of my niggas ain’t have no choice
Woah, once again I am a child
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?
There’s a road I’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it’ll take you up or down
From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by
Whose motorcycle is this?
It’s a chopper baby.
Whose chopper is this?
It’s Zed’s.
Who’s Zed?
Zed’s dead baby,
Zed’s dead
This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, n…. God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (Tru)
Pour me a four and another, I love it
Sip, sip, sip, uh
It’s me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gon’ take your bitch
We already got five, we was gon’ make her six
I didn’t eat today, but I took the Perc
And I prayed to God, it won’t make me sick
Wake up baby, comatose
Wake up baby, vamonos
Sleeping like we on an island somewhere in Galapagos
Its lonely at the top we hold hands, Geronimo
100% cotton oxymoron, oxycontin
Iced out watch (ice) ridin’ round, ten o’clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’clock (three)
Four o’clock (four) five o’clock, six o’clock (five)
I’m gon’ pop, if I don’t, I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks) big bales, big arms
Tommy gun (prr), come out and play, let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales) fish scale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice) ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called) tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt) pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
In my shoes, just to see what it’s like to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Been on my grind, taking what’s mine, I got my eyes on the throne
I’mma be fine, no matter the time, we all go along with the show
Every Morning there’s a heartache hanging
From the corner of my girlfriend’s four-post bed
I know it’s not mine and I know she thinks she loves me
But I never can believe what she said
I won’t back down
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
I won’t back down
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo!”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (“Slim, you’re old”)—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill
Now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
“Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery,” oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin’ beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin’ millions for security a year
“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin’ at the mic
You’re sober and bored, huh? (I know)
’bout to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin ’bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick”
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin’ I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin’ dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do
It’s been raining all night
Good times, good times
There’s gonna be good times, good times
I know there’s gonna be-
Work every day ’til me meet ends
Haffi tun it up pon weekends
Buss a toast, be a real friend
Tell me weh yuh drinking, cah
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the Fountain of Youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned.”
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven’s as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherf…..’ afterlife
Rest in paradise
‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road
Flooded Patek, paid off a show
Drippin’ this rare, more this Vlone
Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone
Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons
Drop eight in a two, and let it dissolve
Balmain my denim, young Gun wanna ball
Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog
My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid
Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit
Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig
Open Ceremony, left them in a trench
Lightning bolt diamonds ’cause I want revenge
We straight like a line man, I really got rich
Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss
Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin’ the six
New Cartier, Gunna a don
N….. tryna soak up the drip like a sponge
Hate just contagious, I keep me a gun
I’m focused on makin’ that M in a month
Baby order twenty thousand in ones
Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much
Red on the bottom, you need to catch up
Consistently droppin’, I need me a dub