lonely

Hanging up the phone How the f*ck you gonna make it never standing on the throne Chilling by my lonely please leave me alone Said some things you gotta show me f*ck you gotta Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go Take this joint we can smoke it slow I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours We some fucked up kids singin' rock and roll I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam But they don't really know they don't really know If I pull up to the house or the crib would you notice me Got the coolest heart up out of the box talkin' 4 degrees And I told the bitch I smoke all the woods I love all the weed And I been on my own in the cut so you know that's why I ain't really want you to slide but I just say it's good Now I really want you to slide because I know it's good I just want a million in a min and I ain't switching I ain't fiendin' for the opp and then I hop in that position If you take another hit to the face you might see a ghost Hundred grand kicks in my space you won't see my toes So if you pullin' up to my place I'ma kick it with you Type of shit you f*ck 'round replace cause I'm a maniac Don't talk that shit about f*ck 'round replace cause I need you there Trippin' yeah I'm down on my ass and they don't even care Gotta f*ck around kill and survive and they say Im crazy Tell me how you hatin' the grind but you ain't like that Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go Take this joint we can smoke it slow I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours We some fucked up kids singin' rock and roll I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam But they don't really know they don't really know Trapped inside my head I don't wanna feel I don't really know when I feel okay I just want you there so you know it's real You don't wanna call when I feel insane Have they be countin' on me or I'm tweakin' out this double cup Know that hoe pop out for show she could really hurt In the summertime show up in smoke bring the shadows out Then we start to fall in effect like some dominoes Stimulatin' part of my past cause I'm fallin' down Bitches used to pick me at last now they notice me Told the bitch the past be the past it don't mean shit Demon kid with that uppercut off of bean shit Ooh it start to feel like a drug all this pain is on my veins Lighter get to burning propane cause we outta here Hatin' every verse that I spit cause it wasn't it But at least I'm out here makin' shit