TheCavernsOfTime

Ay Too many bad thoughts, gotta get loose Fuckin' with the team, now I gotta get you Death on my mind, now we runnin' outta time Goin' out with a (pah), like John Wilkes Booth That's my chain, don't touch it, bitch Left her with a kiss and a icy wrist Team sesh hot boy fly the bitch to Bermuda I could buy you bitch Sesh all on my carry-on Cat Stevens, so very young I was 14, twistin' K2 By 18, I was gettin' on Rollin' dope like, "When we gettin' more?" Call my phone but never answer, no Like Corleone got a master plan Tryna be like my ex and I'm gettin' off Discrete my weapon, you never saw Sweet dreams, young prince and I'm dashin' off And I'm dashin' off Sweet dreams, young prince and I'm dashin' off Like what? What? What? (Yeah), (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, (what?) Yeah, BONES Too much dope, can't fit it in a duffle I got the Glock 9, El got the muscle I never pop now, homie if you steppin' Day I put the mic down, I believe in Heaven I put the lights on, that's an investment I turn your lights off, fuckin' with the dead man Ride slow, windows down, want you to see my expression Yeah, this music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage This music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage (yeah) I hope, I hope doesn't all go in vain