Got me on lock down W my own thoughts now Trippin on the voices it’s like Devices is making to much noise huh Be like Moses thirty days n nights with this bitch But soon as she let me hit she gotta split Aha climbing to the top After letting some shit hit the fan Back den had me stuck on dem blues Now every time me n my bitch fight I’m quick to go get high Like fuck emotions let ‘em die Like the way yur insides is Letting all them guys ram it this hole time with no check up is hella grimy Call me slim But she slimy Acting like she down for a ride She just a tease till yu tie her up from behind She like it even when she cry don’t let these hoes fool yu ima fuck up the pussy if yu like not a dike but a stud sorry gotta go I’m always in a rush don’t know why but like Jesus Christ hur up I’m tired of these routines of life