Glasses, Garcon? (feat. Semloh)

This that get too high, two red eyes why's I'm shaded in my classes Can't say I miss sixteen, Xanax, codeine don't know wah I mean My bad my mind molasses This that best be home 'fore streetlights on Febreeze my coat Hide weed n coke, you know dad gone beat my ass shit This reimagined 8 year old, Evan show already showed my folks what I think my path is Grandma dot's Pepsi, and candy drops Stove top Bolognas, Maury "you the father or not" an Judge Joe Mathis I guess you could say I'm blessed it could always be less but the more the life the more it's a wreck so my head On a couch for a bed Is where I'm crashing But can't sleep at night Cause imma star I guess to far out to see Somebody told me I'd be deceased before they see how bright Nah that can't be right Imma make a life off selling lines, not selling white But in the same line fiends'll buy if it's packaged right And I know niggas ain't half as nice And if I'm grabbing mic imma Viltrumite Total disregard for human life Please don't get to start actin like, you invincible Niggas on time with rhymes spit ain't worth a coin spent, all they drops indispensable I guess the message is a miss if you ain't sending missiles thru Been in the mix with the minions but they move mad despicable And my how the man done grew solo movements been my latest mood Impossible to pick a boo, women play peak a boo if you ain't serving like plated food Need extended bread onna sub and a sizable side of pickle too I'm the living proof the truth ain't aligned environmental, just sayin Watched niggas change and start claimin They the cause of funeral suits but wasn't that dude in highschool but I guess that's cool It started off with cable then lives and now we all live our lives like a fable, a fib Then cycle revolves back again Never able to make amends or learn the shit we should've did when we were kids That's just how it is So If it's cool with you I just wanna take some time to chill with me Fitted these thoughts up in my mind That I got enemies Nigga please these walls is thinner than a winter breeze In the house of memories Where families fuss Classics See them all inside the people I love a Bastard what I feel like cause I ain't seen em enough Back when momma had two jobs You know I took the bus home Public transportation getting gritty where its rough for em Hell nah the boys gotta rough exterior That carry round his heart so ain't much fear in em Who post gun pics but it dont feel so familiar I pray yo superior ain't hate Yo interior Grey shades of aftermarket hue yo delirium Acting like you places you ain't been are you really 'em