A lot on my mind
A search n find
So start the fire, yea
Got to stimulate to feel alive
I was down
I had to figure it out
Turn this shit up loud
Time to lose your mind right now
This shit too hot like the south
They asleep leave they ass on the couch
Fuck you talking bout, ya
Too cold think I'm anemic
I been, fighting these demons
By 10 I'll be tripping no feening
Got enough for the whole crew to be leaning
Whatever it is I promise I seen it, seen it, yea
Hearts on the floor and I'm probably bleeding, bleeding, yea
Bass coming in like Dikembe
No hard feelings Hell nah They been fake
No feeling at all yea I been grey
Story of the kid, turn sensei
New intervention follow my senses
Promise I said it I swear that I meant it
Im sinking the shot ain't no point in, contesting
Got a heater it's no Smith and Wesson
Put down the guns and put up ya hands
You already know we counting them bands
Bands, know they never had a chance
Probably out stepping ya mans
I do what i want You do what you can, damn
Wack shit got to minimize
Doin big shit like it's do or die
That Frequency take you for a ride
Yea some aurora-borealis vibes
So high like the butterfly
On the beat got to improvise
Use the Frequency just to emphasize
Why the Revolutions never televised
No more lame shit
I'm on that, cone for the game shit
Sometimes hard for yall to face it
In the past been too complacent
Felt out of place, Blunt to the face
Probably need some chardonnay shit, yea
Smoke to outer space, maybe hibernate
Tryin not to wake up aye
A lot on my mind
A search and find
So start the fire, yea
Got to stimulate to feel alive