Damn, I can't feel my face...
Damn, Where the f** am at?...
[Verse 1: FanoBee]
Funny, this beats exactly how I'm feeling
After 6 Vics, 4 Blunts, and cups of penicillin
Chillin' feel like the Bulls won the finals
Done with all this bullsh** like retired Michael
Yeah right, I relapse, It's Heads first now he's back
Like Brett Farve when he left, It's withdraws now breathe this
Ahhh, love the feeling of leaving earth, my mom thinks I'mma die soon, told me to take my a** to church
But I fear God, can't go to church high, He's like why we do it all the time
The art of peer pressure, got extra d** if you want, can give whatever you want if you just show me your c*nt
Blunts to the head, It's just an everyday thing, with a Xanax bar, shrooms, some acid and c**aine
Pa**in' out in the graveyard, can't find my home, the weeds too loud for me to even hear my phone
(Hook)
[Verse 2: Face Vega]
Nihilist fantasies
I don't come from the jungle
Or anywhere that I've ever seen
Burn trees, sun spy through canopy
He tried burn my skin for my sins, it's not even tanning me
Ain't nobody telling me how I should live my life
But I doubt I'm doing it right
Twice removed the fight but they televise it tonight
And hell is rising if I'm that motherf**er tonight
Hell is rising if I'm that motherf**er tonight huh
And b**h I might be, prolly with ya wifey
Four cornered room, candle wax on your b**h's booty
Actions that get me slapped by anyone but a groupie
I'm prolly blowing a qp, my cutie tooting that blow
I got Lucy Liu on my dick, and she prolly drippin I'm soaked
Halle Berry barely breathin I'm knee deep in her throat
She prolly geekin on molly, I'm prolly high and I'm lying
But f** it I'm this hoe, f** it I'm in this hoe
(Hook)