(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

Subliminal love, love, love She'll have you hypnotized with that 'come kiss me' smile And that touch that says you're gonna stay a while She's got that subliminal love That hair that falls like waves crashing on her skin In those ocean eyes saying jump

Do you wanna get involved with me And when she wants the booty call She gon' send an Uber to my place Pulled up in a Range all black she love my coat Cold as ice-cream when you come into the North I got kush smoke a lot girl I just bought a nice lil'

Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop Go 'head girl don't you stop I'll have you spending all you got I'll let you lick the lollipop I'll let you lick the lollypop Boy, one taste of what I got

With this pain inside of my chest Got no choice but to carry on, uh How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused High up, but you fall down harder Carry on, life flies, so just carry on I tried to be patient with you Trapped in the concept

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

And hold my hand, and moan again, I'ma hold that ass You the it girl, hey hey, my inspiration My compass spinnin', baby, it's the right destination, oh I got treasure to hide, so let's keep it from the strangers, hey Your waves, they wash all over me

Doc Holiday An outlaw walking through the valley of men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said Come on you gutless slugs fight like a man State your name and business and let's see what you got Another body for the

Percocets, molly, Percocets Mask on, fuck it, mask off Chase a check, never chase a bitch Rep the set, gotta rep the set Don't chase no bitches Call it how it is I promise, I swear, I swear (If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you) yo

You take your all right, you take your can't wait An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all You got your yee haw It's five o'clock, just got paid I'll be off the next two days No more workin' like dogs No more leash, no more boss I've