Drop the leash drop the leash Get outta' my fuckin' face It was their idea I proved to be a man Drop the leash, we are young Drop the leash, drop the leash Troubled souls unite We got ourselves tonight, oh I am fuel you are friends we got the means to

On my own, here we go My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry My face is numb Fucked up and spun out in my room I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by

Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck

What about that life Trapped in a world where money controls you Hustle hard or be a piece of shit Watching the tears rolling down your face I'm throwing away diamonds Suck my fuck I'm a bad motherfucker not a fucking role model Fuck church, hit a bong,

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, live fast die young Get the fuck out my face I cannot feel my face I don't want time, just face Put it all on her face I ain't gonna stop getting high Fuck that, look at me now It's been a

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

Distorted, distorted records Distorted records I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass,