| (Verse) | |
| I'm off meds, high! | |
| But I'm not dead, why? (wtf?!) | |
| Cause I can't die with | |
| My pants high on my waist | |
| I got plans, I cannot wait | |
| So your hands tied, I am great? | |
| Hundred barsides on your twitter screen | |
| All night as you're listening | |
| My god, why didn't I give a shit? | |
| I incited for biggest means | |
| Hey, I'm May, but fuck, I've got Shamus | |
| And drink 'till I'm laying in the snow | |
| Bang my faces in, aw | |
| I got pot, too | |
| (???) screw you, caress | |
| Off doing shows in area codes, Alfred | |
| Off with your tunes, dawg, you're not big | |
| You're too sloppy | |
| On pop lids and do pops | |
| Just stop it and move on | |
| (Hook) | |
| Well, I don't need | |
| What you need to feel free | |
| Cause I'm high as can be | |
| And I'm fine, I'm complete | |
| And I'm sober, | |
| All day, all night | |
| I'm sober | |
| You keep on keeping it sober | |
| I dream, you're sleeping in | |
| I'm not packing pills, (Advil) | |
| I'm off Jack and Jill | |
| It's old news, I told you | |
| I'm so through with these questions | |
| Why don't you throw up, cause I throw up on guessing | |
| (Verse) | |
| I'm a skinny ass, but am tall on rentables | |
| Wall, Lawrence of the desert | |
| I'm an art on ribs, cause you call on rits | |
| And it's probably just to come better | |
| Cause she's shit faced, out of her pea sized of a brain | |
| She thought that meat would look good in oven | |
| Can't count in some ways how drugs make me feel | |
| I'm as hazzy as a rapper, tryna grab himself a (???) | |
| But before I go, I must state the facts |
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