Coping Mechanisms

I been looking inside what you rolling up
And my temperature still isn't cold enough
And my life is a movie my niggas is dying I know where you flying keep going up
Graduation hats that we throwing up
And then the next night we throwing up
And then the next night like last night where we sat around and you throwing up them gang signs
Bitches worry bout hang time
Can't see you kicking can't see the picture but there's pussy waiting on lane nine
A b c d feeling private
Go backwards an ex will find it
Get horny inside you vomit
J k l m not the father
Get mad at you being honest
You op enjoy yo moment
Q r s and now I'm stuck and you lose my trust but I'm feeling cornered
Say my spill you sympathize
Clean up words out wounded eyes
Addicted like nicotine
Getting closer feeling god
Bow my head don't make a scene
Getting head like tasting lean
Body floating in the clouds
Still can't focus in a dream my hand'll ride up visions that they cauterize
But with precision rock the boat
She feel like gold I caught her eyes
She only react to certain things I got her slurping certain things
She know my passion know my habits swirling round me every way

Okay I'm broke okay I'm broke come and fix me
Okay I'm slow okay I'm old I be living
Come near the show come here and show my decisions
Fill it with ganja, fill it with ganja
Okay I'm broke okay I'm broke come and fix me
Okay I'm slow okay I'm old I be living
Come near the show come here and show my decisions
Fill it with ganja, fill me with ganja