Mars and Back

(Woah) Yea that's my song Don't sing along I just do a lil bop and then I hit the (Woah) Pass me with bong Not gonna hit it I just want somethin in my hand when I (Woah) Possibly great Possibly sober but I can hear colors, I'm possibly fake Miss me with fuckery, love the attention but get out my face (Shit) Feline ass dudes We should bring mothers in this, that's rude Speaking of mothers I saw on the news That she would send nudes to get you through school Put you through college, you hardly acknowledge it Ooo he defensive Prolly should stop this shit (Wait) Pulling the steel out Shit just got real now Walk down the street by my lonesome Avoiding the eyes of antagonists Dragging my feet like a stole some' It's really just pain in my back again From carrying niggas through basic vernacular Weighing my options like tryna cut calories Balancing pain and the joy like a athlete Crease in my khakis for Cherry Street I don't tote tools nigga She breathe my shit gets bigger I guess I'm in now, how do you figure? So much shit can't close that zipper I'd rather write till the pen ignites and spit fire in a room with an open pilot Show me anybody that gets high as I️ is Flash the ring and let it blind your iris All intros, no reprisals Extra sheets for when I spend the night hoes give me reasons for a stronger bite tho Roll menthol in the dro for hype tho Knee deep paining like Derrick Rose Out till lights on, child is bold Push through shit like sanitation with a plan in place for the war is cold Old news, it's sunny now And it's funny how I got money now but I'm running out of patience at the clinic Doctors in, say ah for the glizzy Starting problems My mouth took me to mars and back Leave the solvent cuz solving's not in my language app, I Hold my tongue like white women hold they Birkin bag When black men get too close at the grocery store like where the Asprin at