THEHILLS

I remember faces, half you bitches fake I been sitting taking notes, I'm dreaming out in the day Go and play your Call of Duty, pussy lacking in his rank I be knocking at his door, bitch we pull up in a tank Yeah I pull up like Kenobi, ho hello there Think he talking risky, you don't really wanna go there Bullshit you don't miss me, that shit coming outta nowhere Two time bitch, I'm lit, I don't be staying up Sipping on Bacardi, and that's probably why I'm laying up Solo in the party, when I dream I don't be waking up Spelling harsh words, well I guess I wasn't fake enough Throw away my sense, all my time been getting taken up Can't afford your favor I was sitting tryna savor Think I'll wait a little later I avoid communicators They complain just like my neighbors Bitches tweaking like they Kramer Fucking feed em' to the gators Conversations with my maker I resort to sparking fumes I been staying up, I'm outta tune You ain't got a clue Turning pages, making faces blue Clear the fucking room Gimme space, I'm in my fucking tomb Thriving in the gloom Got me stressing, bitch I blew my cool Wrap his fucken face up like a turban, throw his ass away Need a fucken curtain, when I sleep, I wake up on the plane Reputing my traditions, bitch I save em' for another day Relating Constitution to some shit I wrote just for a grade