歌词
作词 : Jay Pittman
作曲 : Jay Pittman
Yeah
8 a.m.
Oh, it’s getting too bad
Watch another film
Lewis took a Xanax
Glock up on my hip
She ****ed around and tried to grab that
Aeter, how you feel?
Never mind, forget that
So run red, run
Staying up late
Till we see the sun
Take just one
That’ll turn to three
Turn that shit to four
You wanna **** around with me
That shit is way too ****ing loud
****
Enemy
Nigga, I ain’t got no enemy
It’s just me
Oh, she feeling me
Shit, I ain’t got no inner peace
If I bleed, you bleed
Bottom line
I don’t wanna waste time
I just wanna get high
But oh my God
I can’t open my eyes
Tired of sleeping inside
And it goes on and on and on
But you gotta put it down if you want a song
It’s ****ing me up, I know
It’s ****ing me up, I know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s ****ing me up, I know
I can’t be no sit-back nigga
Bitch, I really do no talking
Rather get at niggas
On the flight, window seat
While you seat fishing (oh)
And it’s cold as hell in Harlem
Got the heat missing
I can’t **** with nobody
Bitch, I hear snakes hissing
All up inside my mind
All up inside my mind
All up inside my mind
Am I right, or am I just bitching?
All up inside my mind
All up inside my mind
All up inside my mind
Ush, ush
How many grams in it?
Oh, ****, think I’m done if I ever get it
Face shit, fake shit, fake tits in it
My phases
Going through changes
I hate it
Body laying on the pavement, ****
Jesus Christ, hell, I made it
And it goes on and on and on
But you gotta put it down if you want a song
It’s ****ing me up, I know
It’s ****ing me up, I know
It’s ****ing me up, I know
Know I gotta stop
But I can’t stop
It’s ****ing me up, I know
It’s ****ing me up, I know