Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay
I can tell you ain't tryna listen
I know
You never thought I could grow
Too busy digging a hole
Finding comfort in it
World vicious
I got these premonitions
Trouble child
Mind is such a prison
In my penitentiary
Since elementary
I ain't chatter with nobody
Kid has always been strange
They oughta cast him with Millie Bobby
I'm back seating
Hands reeking
Cause I just rolled the dutch
Homie, this some potent stuff
You know what's up
I'm in the business of high flying
The money that I spend on weed
Could probably own fine diamonds
But shit, this divine timing, I
I think my time, I'mma waste it
Run through fields naked
I ain't clocking no day shift
Life amazing
I just took a lil power trip
I'm elevating my mind
I need a power nap
Energy on decline
Don't know the reason or rhyme
Probably because it's dark outside
Just like the place where my thoughts reside
I'm overtired
And something just blew my high
Ain't nobody tryna hit my line
Can't blame em
I'm a ghost sometimes
I've been the host of many haunted nights
I'll be alright
Pick my fights
And I take no advice, kid
I just lay asleep
I ain't done shit in weeks
Crawling up into my sheets
But it's cool
Cause I'm goin' super hard
When I'm on the beats, bro
I - give it up to God
Like I'm Tebow
Nah I ain't never
Ain' never needed a helping hand
Not at all
Like tennis balls
I'm bound to bounce back
If I hit a wall
I'm too persistent to fall, homie
I'm on my grind, solely
I hate when motherfuckers talking like they fucking know me
Aye