AIN'T MAKIN' SENSE (feat. Bad Will)

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Zacariiah

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Ya, bullet in the chamber
I don't wanna fucking pull it
Every single time it gets me, I feel like Sammy Sosa
What's the motive?
What's the fucking deal with that shit corona?
Cat pissing on the floor, my couch is drenched
No pregnant bitches
The smell is loud, no aroma
Been on that weight loss plan like my name is Jonah
Jonah Hill
Superbad moves off the pills, with my skills and the bills I gotta pay
with my workday dollar bills
I don't mean to notice
I don't mean to show it
My immature insecurities, they provoke it
Even in the night time, the feeling of the high might screw this shit up just like fucking high tide
When the sky falls, it's a blessing
Chaos has me guessing and guessing
Now untypical lights are reflecting in my eyes, no help is rejecting
My time is ending, for what is left
Pick myself back up like the New York Jets
Caught the ball, dodged the guy but got no threats
Now I'm down badly falling to my death
Ya, ya
Focusing on my better life
Take the knife off the wall
Gotta crawl before you walk
Kanye said it best
But all kings have a flaw
Never see them undressed
Never seem obsessed
I don't mean to pry
No, please don't make me cry
Bloodshot eyeballs
I can see the rainbow, pinkeye bad calls from the past with the girl and the ass
Dropped school, could've saved 9k on that class
But it's okay
Ya, it's okay
Everyday is a new day
Mind over matter but today is a Sunday
Blood of christ shit
What the f*ck is this bread?
Am I supposed to swallow it?
Half the church is mis-fed, let alone misled
Gonna go get high instead off the meds in my bed, now I'm dead
Filled with lead, bleeding out and shit
I'm a drug addict
Ya, Jesus can suck my dick!!
And all these churches filling up with demons 
Touching souls in the morning and children in the evening 
Little Timmy told his parents but they ain't believe him
Drank a fifth and forgot about it the same night, f*ck do you believe in?
When it's me and Zach, consider it done
We don't need choruses, I'm bringing pack inside my little '01 Taurus, bitch
You know its ritz cracker from the 317
We'll send yo ass to heaven, better be counting yo blessings
Like you a 6-god, boy we'll turn yo ass to cents, dog
You talking down on E but you ain't makin' sense, nah
From the I-N-D-Y, you fucking with me bruh?
Staring at vanilla skies 'til you up in the tree, hung like a bitch
The easy way out is in the ditch 
Why all y'all talking shit, ain't even legit
I'm for real, passion and dedication concealed
Cause as soon as they find heat, I'm swallowed like a pill
Like that Xanax bottle, boy now you on the ground spilled
Thinking about yo life, might've been better to feel
They told me I should go tape, so now I'm checking the reel
Been shit on way too much, so I been feeling destined to kill, motherfucker

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