I'm too real for dat ya bishh
I'm too high for dat ya bishh
I'm too laxed for dat ya bishh
I'm too wack for dat ya bish
I'm Too much to much
To sus in cuffs
In love with what
One foot steady
One foot ready
Embedded inside my head
I already feel like dead
In bed I left my dreams
Things don't seem
To flow my way
I know I say
I love myself
To me everyday
I don't know if I mean it though
I feel alone
The feeling roam
It been around
For a decade now
Wow
I'm chilled and then I'm laid back
Catch me where the cake at
Sacked, get a quarter back
Cause every cent count
But I'm too real for dat ya bish
I'm too high for dat ya bishh
I'm too laxed for dat ya bishh
I'm too wack for dat ya bish