The fire department called my mom
Said "your son dancing on fires all night long"
I think I just decided I need a ride home
Ninety five percent, I go hard, it's killing the vibe though
Oh, oh, oh
All day going up in the city, ah
Chateau so flow, it's no biggie, ah
All these fucked up places, here we go
Big wave, I was scared, remember that
Nah homie, I'm serious, it was so villainous
They killing niggas for all these perpendicular images
My flow is venomous
I promise they won't remember this
I think I lost my car
I can't see straight, I'm fucked
Everyone goes broke in the dark days
Boy no spark, these boys love to talk, for real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm wasted
Fuck that, man, they too complacent
Punk rap shit, dummy on the stages
You ain't a bastard if a basic
Put that wack shit on the pavement
Now they're like "where's J-?"
Fuck that nigga he's crazy
All that, but can't even phase me
Think about
You a lot
Too much
I'm losing light
I'm cruising on
I think a lot
I think about
You a lot
Too much
Do too much
I should be moving on