[ Featuring Party Supplies, Black Atlas ]
Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though
Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
F*ck that, I want the crown off anybody's head
I wouldn't care if everybody's dead
It's why I keep the plum shotty layin' in the bed
Have a f*ckin' sleepover with my weapons
My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
Shit I made this out of nothin'
Damn, these ladies love me out in London
? served the granulated onion
My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
Dog, what the f*ck is with your mother
She got one leg longer than the other
One eye through the shutter
Make a transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer
I nearly lost my mind
Older mothaf*cka got his time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this mothaf*ckin' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
