MANIC (feat. PHYZIKAL)
Why it feel better when I'm fucked up
I think that you pussy niggas fucked up
Quit playin' with my heart and get your bands up
I can tell you snitchin' on yo mans bruh
No we is not the same, I really think that we is different
I took me a Xanax, flipped the perc and now I'm spinnin'
Mixin' the designer, it's the new fashion
I'm a workaholic, never catch me lackin'
We gon' push a million when we comin' back in
The way that she gon' suck it, somethin' like a vaccum
I'm not interestin' yo girlfriend, stupid bitch I love you
I really think you're perfect, know that you're my type too
She told me she bipolar, that she got a type too
Little manic with the bag, I know her shit is tight too
See you think that I am stupid, I know what your type do
And now I'm alone, there's nobody to type to
Issey Miyake cologne on me and I'm stylin'
I ain't got but 2 friends, we somethin' like Lonely Island
I ain't vibin' with the hoe if the hoe actin' close minded
I'm so high, feel like I'm lost up in the sky with no pilot
Me and Phyzikal, run up, we get physical
That blade hit him quick, you would've thought it was invisible
Crazy bitches in my phone, this shit becomin' typical
Crazy youngins in my crew, we all be goin' digital
Hit the stage drugged up, I'm leanin' in this bitch
Adrenaline kickin', I'm startin' to fiend for this shit
I'm lit and I'm ignorant, I'm actin' mean in this bitch
She blowin' my high, fixin' to drop a bean in this bitch
I came here to rock and roll, I ain't talkin' Nickelback
Brought a eighth up in this bitch, I ain't sniffin' no nickel sack
If she yo hoe then come get her, I ain't fixin' to just give her back
If you fuck with me, youngin you lucky if you still intact
Why it feel better when I'm fucked up
I think that you pussy niggas fucked up
Quit playin' with my heart and get your bands up
I can tell you snitchin' on yo mans bruh
No we is not the same, I really think that we is different
I took me a Xanax, flipped the perc and now I'm spinnin'
Mixin' the designer, it's the new fashion
I'm a workaholic, never catch me lackin'
We gon' push a million when we comin' back in
The way that she gon' suck it, somethin' like a vaccum
I'm not interestin' yo girlfriend, stupid bitch I love you
I really think you're perfect, know that you're my type too
She told me she bipolar, that she got a type too
Little manic with the bag, I know her shit is tight too
See you think that I am stupid, I know what your type do
And now I'm alone, there's nobody to type to