TheCavernsOfTime

Ay

Too many bad thoughts, gotta get loose

Fuckin' with the team, now I gotta get you

Death on my mind, now we runnin' outta time

Goin' out with a (pah), like John Wilkes Booth

That's my chain, don't touch it, bitch

Left her with a kiss and a icy wrist

Team sesh hot boy fly the bitch to Bermuda

I could buy you bitch

Sesh all on my carry-on

Cat Stevens, so very young

I was 14, twistin' K2

By 18, I was gettin' on

Rollin' dope like, "When we gettin' more?"

Call my phone but never answer, no

Like Corleone got a master plan

Tryna be like my ex and I'm gettin' off

Discrete my weapon, you never saw

Sweet dreams, young prince and I'm dashin' off

And I'm dashin' off

Sweet dreams, young prince and I'm dashin' off

Like what? What? What? (Yeah), (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, BONES

Too much dope, can't fit it in a duffle

I got the Glock 9, El got the muscle

I never pop now, homie if you steppin'

Day I put the mic down, I believe in Heaven

I put the lights on, that's an investment

I turn your lights off, fuckin' with the dead man

Ride slow, windows down, want you to see my expression

Yeah, this music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested

All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage

This music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested

All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage (yeah)

I hope, I hope doesn't all go in vain