Flip the script, turn around and show me how
Double back, flick the bic and light it
Spread em wide, c'mon don't hide it
A pile of coke, baby I'll devide it
And I'm all f*cked off, creeping I don't give a shit
Ain't a thing to me to flip the switch and quit
Cos I'm a sneaky, slimy little bastard, a trash bag baby, I'm your disaster
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill, man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill
I wish I could just chill the f*ck out
Its flat, shoot smack, I got my pockets back
Where'd you come from? Baby, get the f*ck out
Aim high, shoot low you know I get it tho
Dropping dimes like a mother f*cking pay phone
I'm looking at you but I got my ears closed
All you are is a wet slit in a wardrobe
I'm a piece of shit and a dimwit
A funky not a junkie but I know where to get it
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill, man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill man
All thrills baby, I'm back on my bullshit again
I should cut it out but I ain't got no chill man