This is a song about "Findin"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All the pain inside, i'm findin' that my mind is gone, vacant

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Im just a dumby who doesn't care, people findin my whole persona so hard to bare

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Findin my groove, time to choose what path to take, what i have at stake

These pepo, but talk bad, you gon get lost, findin nemo.

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