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)