Yea. Mmhm Yea yea. Mmhm Wake up In the morning. feeing kinda hung over Never thought I’d get like this. Untill I lost my brother. Now it’s fucking being sober Now it’s 30 in my jeans n I’m only getting colder Face ona shirt feeing kinda bipolar Riding sticked up in a old Toyota And like I said I’m with the shits Roll down yo block know we kickin shit Always on the move yea it’s fuck a bitch Can’t ever be cuffed you is not the pigs