Hot box in the fish tank
I can't feel my finger tips
This ain't a dream
Cuz I'm really living it
I can never slip
So I walk with caution bitch
My weed ain't green
Cost four hundred for the zip
And it won't even last me a week
Need the Jeep Grand Cherokee
Track hawk with leather seats
Where you're at I'll never be
I leveled up mentally
Making music meant for me
At the top I'm meant to be
Finally got my shit together
Green Bape stepper hold on got to check the weather
Forecast getting cheesy really raining cheddar
Surf all on the beat vocals smooth Eddie Vedder
L.A.N.K. lock aim no key
Buddy jealous cuz she locked her aim on me
Tory Lanez umbrellas I need double r stitched in my seat
Maybe I'm just way to broken and there ain't no fix for me
I'm not focused on that
Fuck it
I might get a hotel room and just go smoke relax
Whatever you open too I bet I'm cool with that
Fuck it
Like I'm in the dentist room I'm loopy of the gas
Know I'm gonna do it
I'm serious
Been sleeping on my music you ain't hearing it correctly
You ain't listen
Learned a lot in Michigan
Can't take that risk again
Should have never let her in
Deep off in the ocean
Heart real cold wet heart broken soaking
Don't gamble your emotions
Even though I feel okay
Feel better when I'm rolling
Like future I'm chosen
I can't be with her she gets Lindsay off the Lohan
Ya nah
Lank not playing I'm not joking
Check my temperature I get busy when I go ham
Go off
Hot box in the fish tank
I can't feel my finger tips
This ain't a dream
Cuz I'm really living it
I can never slip
So I walk with caution bitch
My weed ain't green
Cost four hundred for the zip