Staring at the Sun

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Kickin' dope shit on the school bus I was listening to Mac
Ain't got that many fuckin friends the few I had had my back
My mama in a Honda half my classmates driving in lacs
Three blocks booted snow, come step in my tracks
I'm smelling like a forest I been smoking the purp
I get higher than a bish cuz I ain't never learn
I been tryna make my mind up but I ain't never sure
And I'm sipping fuckin liquor till my liver gets hurt

Until I was 19, never took a bong hit
Measured shrooms I didn't eat, building up a skill set
First time drinking felt like Miles Davis
Didn't know I was looking, I just fuckin found it
Or it found me, perhaps more likely
But I can't blame innocence when I lack common sense
Sipping liq without a mixer, guess I'm competent
Just not at anything that's gonna help with anything

She so beautiful my eyes narrow, staring at the sun
Me and her were fated seventh daughter seventh son
Singing to her like I'm Bruce, but she say I ain't the one
I'm a zombie in a chain, I'm MIA, I'm on the run
And I don't know who can hide me, don't know who I'm hiding from
Even when she give me head I feel like shawty tryna hunt
Even when I'm off the x I still ain't trusting anyone
Even when we having sex I feel like she might have a gun

Like, does she have a gun?
Shit, she might have a gun
Does she have a gun tho?
I'm so paranoid, the walls have eyes
Approaching the floor from the ceiling
Falling down

I been falling down lately, tryna keep the floor up
Tryna pour a shot but I cannot keep my pour up
Musta hit my head cause the whole fuckin world rocked
Feeling like the only way to solve it is some more shots
Life's been scuffed, I been slightly off-right
I copped my shoes white, now they the wrong type of off-white
My phenny looking purer than my fuckin soul might
But I don't blame god cuz he just ain't been my type
And moreso, I just remember what the church did
To my double great gran, a widowed Italian
Taxing her for all she had although she had none
Drunken hypocrite priests chasing after the nuns

And these critics is just dogs chasing bloody raw songs
And the smoke kinda yellow from the brown in the bong
And my brain kinda mellow from the pills I been on
And the pain feel the same it ain't changing for none
Fuckin pigs grabbed my dad cuz he act like his kid
He never did half the shit that a mf did
I guess homie kinda old he ain't finna duck quick
Even when I fuckin panic I don't care if life ends

I'm finna follow my friends
Even when I fuckin panic I don't care if life ends
I'm finna follow my friends
Even when I fuckin panic I don't care if life ends

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