Can still feel you up in the soul
Laughing out loud while I'm losing control
Head full of smoke cause that's all that I do
And I'm peeling back skin just to feel something new
Becoming much more than I'm willing to bare
Screaming out lungs while I'm ripping out hair
If I leave my house
A 300 yard stare
All the eyes on my back
Make it hard to repair
You
You
Chillin on boggess boulevard
Sipping champagne and caviar
Wonder who we are
When we get back to the program
Joe Rogen
Selfmade retaliation
Rolling up smoke in the back of the party
Taking a toke and a sip of Bacardi
Selling that dope but I still work at Hardees
Stay low
Head to the shed
Hunted
Down by the feds
That fool was outta pocket
F*ck it life is a risk
Everybody always talkin
I see police while I'm walking
End up in coffins
What were the options
Get down and pick up your losses
I feel so nauseous
Caught in the process