YIN
Andrea's House. (The Comedown)
[Intro]
Baby, are you nauseous? (take another Binto)
Take another, take another

[Chorus]
You should probably sleep with one eye open
There's some n***as at your window (your window)
And I should probably roll another one up
I'm addicted to this indo (this indo)
You should probably sleep with one eye open
There's some n***as at your window (your window)
And I should probably roll another one up
I'm addicted to this indo (this indo)

[Verse 1]
And she'll forget me when she goes where's she meanin' to go
Tabs of acid to the face, and I'm feelin' the 'dro
And for you friends who's talkin' work when I needed you most
Suck a dick, I know you n***as still fiendin' for soap
I wanna be a role model that's feedin' them hope
Problems on my mental, I wonder what my mom say
If I told her LSD had gave me a fiancé
Andrea, I lay ya, bae like she Beyoncé
Find myself inside her skin, I'm lost inside my mind state
I'm starvin' in the corner, just some scraps they toss on my plate
I'm still lookin' in the grass, below my feet I find snakes
Pack bows [?] on back woes, but lately take the highway
And this is just a comedown, or maybe I'm still comin' up
Dreamin', still it seems I got no team, I'm just a runner-up
Youngins totin' pistols, ain't no fightin' when them guns is tucked
But I don't really give a fuck
Ya'll callin', I'm not pickin' up

[Bridge]
Baby, are you nauseous? (take another Binto)
Take another, take another (take another)

[Chorus]
You should probably sleep with one eye open
There's some n***as at your window (your window)
And I should probably roll another one up
I'm addicted to this indo (this indo)
You should probably sleep with one eye open
There's some n***as at your window (your window)
And I should probably roll another one up
I'm addicted to this indo (this indo)

[Outro]
And I don't really like to talk much
But you the reason I don't really talk much
Butterflies glorified in the visions that I can't really recall, but
Now that I think about it, shit, now that I think
Lucy made me different, and Lucy made me love
Thinkin' I could fly, somethin' like a dove
But ya'll don't understand
Really do you love?
Really do you love?
Now I 'on't give a fuck