Manic

We not friends, homie Leaving loose ends and Taking chances, begging for advances You been looking for a dance, little homie Goddamn lean got me looking like Pisa I'm a piece of work, bitch I just took three more, three more Percocet And I'm soaring I'm somewhere between here and nowhere I been glowing, verses pouring On my own island like a Samoan Tracks so raw, I put on a Trojan Not built in a day, now I'm feeling so roman About to trojan horse this blick F*ck a Hollywood clique If you test a kid you gonna get results That's a nine plus ten Get a nineteen to the skull Think you're full of bull (Shh) And I'm going through some shit And I'm feeling sick Pals until it get to the pen Yeah I'm soaring My alibi is Lauren because she only out here touring Think she chill, she f*ck with Warren Call that D-O double-G, pussy cost a fee Please don't f*ck on me This dick cost a fee, oh oh Going manic Feeling magic Cinematic Going manic