I wonder, laying in my bed Am I still too young, am I still too young? And I hold back, thoughts running through my head Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door. Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Doo doo doo. Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows. Just got

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) All my grizzy niggas

I'm getting back, get back on track, get off of my back It feels so bad If it feels so bad Bad magick playing off of me Oh no, I don't want to be your friend Bad magick laying into me Oh no, I don't want to hear it again Does it feel so bad when you're

These niggas won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back These hoes won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back, no Pussy ho, pussy ho I see how these niggas playin' But I could adapt I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce I got a few

Can't I get back my lonely life California waiting Every little thing's gotta be just right While you're tryin' to save me Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my