Bitch, my brain working against me
Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
(What?)
Flashbacks of how you-
Flashbacks of how you left me
Bitch, my brain working against me
Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
(What?)
Flashbacks of how you-
Flashbacks of how you left me
25/8, two, four, six blunts to the face
Anyone saying I changed would still not know me anyways
Scumbag to the grave, blunt ash in my veins
Bad days upon bad days, that's just how I hang (Woah, woah)
Mouth full of crooked teeth, I be spittin' for infamy
Enter death and it's into me, skeleton the whole infantry (Boy)
Dark weave rows when I walk (When I walk)
Thunder and moss in the air when I toss (SESH)
Bitch, my brain working against me
Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
(What?)
Flashbacks of how you-
Flashbacks of how you left me
