[ Featuring lil diary ]
I'm feeling stressed out
Getting anxious
Getting shy now
Getting impatient
Need to slow down
Mind is racing
Drinking alcohol
Find a chaser
All I smoke is designer
Ain't got no chaser in my cup
If he talking down on gang
Get a razor in his cup
And I'm faded in this bitch
Because I'm blazing in the cut
F*ck a lame, cause I'm acting like the best there ever was
Hey your gas pack sound like a laugh track
In that big body bitch I think I'm Mad Max
And my bracelet I got on me
I got mad racks
And your bitch just said she want me
That's a sad fact
I just hit the blunt and now I'm glued to the couch
I be rolling up that whiz with the glue til' I'm out
Pussy talking shit, ain't got a clue what I'm bout
Until I ship that shelf and that .22 to his house
All these pussy rappers can't keep track bout' what they're lying bout'
F*cking up the game so they had to call a time out
Don't play with my name pussy boy let me find out
Smoking on some shit that could choke up Amy Winehouse
I'm feeling stressed out
Getting anxious
Getting shy now
Getting impatient
Need to slow down
Mind is racing
Drinking alcohol
Find a chaser
I'm anxious
I'm anxious
I am so damn anxious
I hate this
I hate this
I really need to escape this
But I hang this
Neck on my motherf*cking fan bitch
And I'm mad bitch
Because I'm sad as shit
F*ck all of this rap shit
