Stuck in a realm of pain, money, and power
Shower for hours
House crowded so dip outtie
No Audi
But the yota get me places toyin' wit the matrix
Took about a eighth trip to realize my greatness
I'm faceless without my f*cken' bracelet
Gracious
Found myself in the clutches of Satan
Say Tim Tom and Jim
You know the reptilian skins and the fake news
But its all true to the fake dudes
To the blind eyes
To the washed minds
But it makes you feel alright right
Righteous wit the lyricism
I'm about to piss em' off
Wit my spiritual emboss
Press go hit exhaust
Tunnel vision feelin' comfortably lost
Wit a rock around my neck
Meditating all the stress off the brain
Off the brain i'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
I'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
In denial in distress
I just want some f*cken' head
No remorse's for the way i f*cken' shred
Psilocybin on my bread
Peanut butter wit the clusters
Munchin' wit the Monsta
KiD wit the pasta
Smokin' all this ganja
Moneybag got some
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
In the past year i lost a couple idols
Smoking hydro
Till my eyes low
I'm suicidal
But on a high note
I'm really high though
Lost in the sky hoe
Don't got no side hoes
Hold my f*cken' hand
While i'm going thru my highs and my lows
Like i'm Burnout
I'm in the dirt now
No feelings hurt now
Shave my eyebrows
Then cut my dreads off
Ego death first step
Bitch i'm finna take off
Like i'm Takeoff
Their's a offset
I feel like Quavo
But it's okay tho
I think i'm trippin'
Thinkin' bout my bro & i'm sippin'
I never listen
I really miss him
He fills my mission
He fills my mission
I really miss him
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
Hoping you could read between the lines
On this shit
You're the only reason why
I couldn't get high on these hits
Every time you hit my phone
I felt fine to be this
Took a drop or two a day
I was frying thru this shit
Had a lot of problems on my mind
Adding to this shit
I been climbing up this mountain
But it's hard for me to grip
I can't even say your name
Cause it's hard for me to lip
All this time i been alone
I been realizing shit
You're the only one
That understands
Who Link really is
On that sadness
Chillen' wit the fookbois
Madness
Smokin' up good kush
Throw it in a ashtray
Till a nigga pass away
Imma do this everyday
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Stuck in a realm of pain, money, and power
Shower for hours
House crowded so dip outtie
No Audi
But the yota get me places toyin' wit the matrix
Took about a eighth trip to realize my greatness
I'm faceless without my f*cken' bracelet
Gracious
Found myself in the clutches of Satan
Say Tim Tom and Jim
You know the reptilian skins and the fake news
But its all true to the fake dudes
To the blind eyes
To the washed minds
But it makes you feel alright right
Righteous wit the lyricism
I'm about to piss em' off
Wit my spiritual emboss
Press go hit exhaust
Tunnel vision feelin' comfortably lost
Wit a rock around my neck
Meditating all the stress off the brain
Off the brain i'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
I'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
In denial in distress
I just want some f*cken' head
No remorse's for the way i f*cken' shred
Psilocybin on my bread
Peanut butter wit the clusters
Munchin' wit the Monsta
KiD wit the pasta
Smokin' all this ganja
Moneybag got some
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
In the past year i lost a couple idols
Smoking hydro
Till my eyes low
I'm suicidal
But on a high note
I'm really high though
Lost in the sky hoe
Don't got no side hoes
Hold my f*cken' hand
While i'm going thru my highs and my lows
Like i'm Burnout
I'm in the dirt now
No feelings hurt now
Shave my eyebrows
Then cut my dreads off
Ego death first step
Bitch i'm finna take off
Like i'm Takeoff
Their's a offset
I feel like Quavo
But it's okay tho
I think i'm trippin'
Thinkin' bout my bro & i'm sippin'
I never listen
I really miss him
He fills my mission
He fills my mission
I really miss him
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
Hoping you could read between the lines
On this shit
You're the only reason why
I couldn't get high on these hits
Every time you hit my phone
I felt fine to be this
Took a drop or two a day
I was frying thru this shit
Had a lot of problems on my mind
Adding to this shit
I been climbing up this mountain
But it's hard for me to grip
I can't even say your name
Cause it's hard for me to lip
All this time i been alone
I been realizing shit
You're the only one
That understands
Who Link really is
On that sadness
Chillen' wit the fookbois
Madness
Smokin' up good kush
Throw it in a ashtray
Till a nigga pass away
Imma do this everyday
Shower for hours
House crowded so dip outtie
No Audi
But the yota get me places toyin' wit the matrix
Took about a eighth trip to realize my greatness
I'm faceless without my f*cken' bracelet
Gracious
Found myself in the clutches of Satan
Say Tim Tom and Jim
You know the reptilian skins and the fake news
But its all true to the fake dudes
To the blind eyes
To the washed minds
But it makes you feel alright right
Righteous wit the lyricism
I'm about to piss em' off
Wit my spiritual emboss
Press go hit exhaust
Tunnel vision feelin' comfortably lost
Wit a rock around my neck
Meditating all the stress off the brain
Off the brain i'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
I'm goin' guest cause the real me is dead
In denial in distress
I just want some f*cken' head
No remorse's for the way i f*cken' shred
Psilocybin on my bread
Peanut butter wit the clusters
Munchin' wit the Monsta
KiD wit the pasta
Smokin' all this ganja
Moneybag got some
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
In the past year i lost a couple idols
Smoking hydro
Till my eyes low
I'm suicidal
But on a high note
I'm really high though
Lost in the sky hoe
Don't got no side hoes
Hold my f*cken' hand
While i'm going thru my highs and my lows
Like i'm Burnout
I'm in the dirt now
No feelings hurt now
Shave my eyebrows
Then cut my dreads off
Ego death first step
Bitch i'm finna take off
Like i'm Takeoff
Their's a offset
I feel like Quavo
But it's okay tho
I think i'm trippin'
Thinkin' bout my bro & i'm sippin'
I never listen
I really miss him
He fills my mission
He fills my mission
I really miss him
Bumpin' on the block burn a blunt f*ck the ops
In the drop top gettin' top from ya moms
Imma blow up just sit back and watch
Manifest and multiply positive thoughts
Hoping you could read between the lines
On this shit
You're the only reason why
I couldn't get high on these hits
Every time you hit my phone
I felt fine to be this
Took a drop or two a day
I was frying thru this shit
Had a lot of problems on my mind
Adding to this shit
I been climbing up this mountain
But it's hard for me to grip
I can't even say your name
Cause it's hard for me to lip
All this time i been alone
I been realizing shit
You're the only one
That understands
Who Link really is
On that sadness
Chillen' wit the fookbois
Madness
Smokin' up good kush
Throw it in a ashtray
Till a nigga pass away
Imma do this everyday
Writer: adrian romo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid