Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Cause i already moved on
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head
The lights may flicker, your face feels red
Sweet, okay makes sense
Relying on myself
Relying on myself
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Feel your chest on top on
As: can’t wait to pork your mom
Swisher almost gone, hold on
New message from mom
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