Dogs on the Loose

Oh my God man again bro Shut those dogs up man I'm tryna sleep bro It's the middle of the night shut those fucking dogs up Jesus Christ Ayo Yeah I need a little souvenir, piece of the sky My peace sign is alive, the cornerstone of my life, right Tell me a story before you go take my life tonight The lights are bright, the lights are in my eyes I'm blinded, I can't see straight I can't see hate I can't see what they want me to be, hey Everybody telling me what I gotta do You gotta do this You gotta do you Stop talking to me man, and let me choose They're like "you gotta get laid bro you gotta paid bro You gotta do this, and do it all day bro" F*ck that, still going til I break tho Watch em talk to me nice when I get some pesos Well then it's case closed I get some C notes and they wanna be my date yo Yeah, but that's a fake tho I'll tell you what's not when you red like grape tomatoes Hasta Luego, f*ck face, bozo You'll prolly rest in piss when I'm singing with my drako I'm just playing bro I don't got guns, I know it it's a shame tho I just like to talk my shit and spit it in staccato I'm really real you're not tho But mucho gusto when I saw you at his funeral Hate I had to leave early, he could not be saved tho L plus ratio, shut your dumb ass up, man you sound Pinocchio So don't be lying bro, I'll catch running circles round your words like ostinato Quit telling me how to live my life, just stop bro If you all keep doing this, I'll end it, call it cops bro Cause what y'all want Is what I'm not bro Yeah We was out in Charleston I ate some baklava and went and caught some Marlon, In Miami with some barbers F*ck LA, don't ever Charger That'll get you 15, San Quinten reservoir bruh, wait a minute I'm larger Larger than life, Rolls Royce type, stars in the car, you push start up I'm chewing y'all up, to spit you out on the pavement you all love Hollywood walk of fame, pronounce my name right it's Naes It's all love tho Y'all never come close Y'all don't even write your own shit more or less wear your own clothes Damn A couple dogs on the loose, you know I'm a lost soul tho I do all this solo Cus what y'all want, is what I'm not on bro Bro come on with those fucking dogs man Shut those fucking dogs up bro So fucking tired Can't fucking sleep right now Jesus Yeah F*ck Last verse Imma, ugly motherfucker These people don't care about me I should prolly fix the self-talk, stop self-deprecating like this shit is my job, damn Don't tell me how to talk Don't tell me what to say cus you motherfuckers' is wrong My mind has been dead and gone, for long as I can remember I've proven everyone wrong, yeah But I'm not on yet Maybe that's why they don't take me seriously, I'm Sean still I'm not Naes yet I'm just Sean still But I'm going still Never slowing down Am I going uphill, or downhill? I can't tell I can't tell