Yeah, I meant it I'm fucked up, I'm faded I'm so complicated Those things that I said They were so overrated I thought I-I-I-I-I-I can shake this off off But I-I-I-I-I-I, yeah, I meant it Oh yeah, I-I-I-I-I-I, really fucking meant it I've been drunk three

These niggas don't know the the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the the stress These niggas don't know the the half (show time) Gettin' high for the the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

Came from the the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off off whites Got your bitch out the the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the the squad, she gon' grip

All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash) Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (shake 'em) Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop hella bands

You know the the times is rough you know the the times is hard As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago As I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the the presence of royalty There's a certain power presence that he gives off off I tried to be, everything you want and

He was off off the Perkys he was leaning They tried to take his chain, chain, he's surrounded by them demons He had a bunch of bad bitches lining up to meet him They reselling the the tickets a thousand dollars just to see him I wanna dress like him, I wish I could be

Ooh, one of these days Gonna get off off of this highway Wake up in Sun Bay With the the sunshine on my face Saint Christopher on a silver chain chain Say a prayer and sail away I wish I was a pirate shipwreck down in Mexico Where the the oceans turn to silver and the

I'm a little bit off off the chain, chain, call me insane But the the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the the chain off off your brain I'll make the the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the the way you do?

We ain't ever getting older So baby pull me closer in the the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the the sheets right off off the corner Of the the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We