CONSCIENCE (feat. Kit Saxby)

I'm trapped in my conscience This is not rodeo This is just Astonead, yeah I got little nauseous She gave me piece of that Knew she a freak like that, yeah Trapped in my conscience Got little nauseous Take me right back to your room Trapped in my conscience Got little nauseous Take me right back to the view Dropping in Henny for two Packing up back of M2 Sits in the back of the Tips in the back of the Sips in the back of the roof What should I do Drugs I should try it and I stay with the loop Towing this weight I need neck of the goose Drugs I should try it I live in the booth Booth is the way that I move Booth is the way that I groove Booth is the way that I see through all the lies that you were telling me too Trapped in my conscience They moving cautious yeah We was too awesome They was too awesome yeah This is a lost one yeah This is the last one We was just acing the roster We was just smoking the pasta We was just smoking the rigatoni rollin' up the marijuana She said she falling for me, I think I'm falling too, Feel like I'm always in need, Cause I know the things you can do, I just need more of you please, Love how you burn it with me, Drink like an A M G, Just hit 133, Locked up, In my own mind, Yeah I got stuck, Pull up big wheels on a big truck. Ran out of time then you popped up, Oh Nobody stopped us, Drifting I feel like we lost touch, A lost cause, But for you I guess it didn't cost much, Edibles popping Panties be dropping Smoking at SHOPPERS We smoking in shops then We smoking and hopped in We smoking in hot Benz We smoking in hot Beamers and Benz And you don't know how we rolling with tens Trapped in my conscience They feeling hella nauseous I'm smoking it like I'm rolling with my martians We talking it up, they was talking hella reckless We shut em down, we shot away, we shot the wesses Smoking at Westin Smoking at Westin I got it for seven I roll it from heaven We blowing it down We smoking at Westin You know what I'm saying You know what I'm repping Yeah, oo Trapped in my conscience They feeling hella nauseous I'm smoking it like I'm rolling with my martians We talking it up, they was talking hella reckless We shut em down, we shot away, we shot the wesses