Antisocial

The south's finest and its prime time Need my baby powder so you know that I'm like Bron Bron Spill my soul in writtens, sign with blood, so i can fly high Deal with demons, devils thats around me, like they my kind We don't do no dancing, we on business here Cellphone ring its benefit Never on no bullshit, want the purest cut and realest bit Trip my soul away And spent my paycheck tryna find some bliss Cut my shit to find some bliss Endorphins running, put my corpse in Tennessee Promise you won't tell my mama Cup is full of Hennessy, I'm out of lean Wonder who I'm finna be Ana leave Thats the thoughts on younger me Someone new been under me, and honestly Im content with the currency I been feeling my vibe Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride Either that or in the house Like I ain't coming outside Too much fucking thunder outside I been feeling my vibe Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride Either that or in the house Like I ain't coming outside Too much fucking thunder outside And I'm the product of the obsolescence Of the adolescents When its plenty planes and atom weapons Who need a army, Chicken need dressing Cheeses need the rats, The race is to heaven I bet I'll beat you there, Meanwhile Leave my word in this bottle to drift to sea, a prayer Trim the tree, the leaves is too thick And then of the fruit is bare Dim the lights just ever so slightly So they don't notice that Sun is burning out and its lonely When it is winter here Swear the holy war been coming closer near I been feeling my vibe Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride Either that or in the house Like I ain't coming outside Too much fucking thunder outside I been feeling my vibe Stoned as f*ck, I chill in my ride Either that or in the house Like I ain't coming outside Too much fucking thunder outside