melancholic cycle Video (MV)

Waking up at like six
Seven already lit
I ain't talking about the morning
But kind of feel like it is
Then I ate a pill and spliff
Downed a shot of some gin
Nine o'clock home calling
Like where your ass nigga is
And I'm shaking I got an itch
Tell him I'm feeling sick
Hating where my life is
Staying where the night is
Hate it when the phone ring
Ten girl's on my dick
And it's heaven they come assorted in flavors taste and they skin
And its eleven I'm lost again
Vinny we lost again
God we lost again
Lord we lost again
And the cops pull up again
So its f*ck twelve till the end
Got a pocket full of pills
And I'm of it till the end

Till the end
Till the end
She think that she the one
But really she just a friend
I'm smoking marijuana
Its two o'clock at my wrist
I'm headed out the club
The party back at my crib
At my crib
Back at my
She calling up a friend
The three of us make a flick
I'm for it if its four in the morning to get a kick
So we all in i got the Gordan
She yawning i'm feeling lit
And it's five ya'll gotta bench
Ya'll gotta bench
Gotta visit my bed
Sun is up in the air
Gotta find the last pill
Quarter something to six
And the minute that my eye blinking the cycle begin again
Begin again
Begin again and the minute that my eye blinking the cycle begin again

Waking up at like six
Seven already lit I ain't talking about the morning