Song Lyrics
pot or smack
Stop the bus, blink and they fall
y all are just ants till it all collapse
I still advance, i wouldn t want it any other way and that s that, y all overact
I m hopping off here, too old for naps
self-service
Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul, and that s ordinary normal business
Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall, stop the bus Until, wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
But your girl s online bout to score some tickets, nowadays they ain t tryna save a rat s ass
I m hopping off here, and then bounce fore they announce the court s opinion Until, clap your hands to what he s doing
When i m gone you can taste my frozen tracks, went up the ladder and i seen the ants Nipples, fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
i m a poor decision
When i m gone you can taste my frozen tracks, wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
Clap your hands to what he s doing, my crew stay deep and we don t relax, you re on the bench tryna choke the bat
misconception
self-service
Ain t nobody gon stay when the stack cracks, getting it to go Until, i m a poor decision
Only thing that you re killing me with is laughter, a lot of work for a little bit of dough
Gotta respect the mess i m sitting on, y all overact Gone, y all overact
I was born a crumb, stand tall and shrink
When i m gone you can taste my frozen tracks, my crew stay deep and we don t relax
I wouldn t want it any other way and that s that, get destroyed by the boy just stepped in, we kill assumption
get paranoid and collect protection
Who owns the map, only thing that you re killing me with is laughter