Chorus (2nd):

Bro, be at ease
I just took your girl, she happy
She just gave me swirls, and that means
She gave me head, get over it (x2)



Verse 1 (2nd):

Fuck
I got high again
Swear I got the Midas touch with how I’m finding them
Swear I got the Midas touch from how I’m writing them
The tracks I touch are fire, so inspired, I’m alive with them
If you don’t like how I rap
You have bad opinions, that’s a fact
You ain’t ever made a single track
So how you gonna tell that I’m being lazy and it’s wack?
Fluctuate from no fucks given
To I must retake every single buck given
To these people selling me all this shitass weed
Best weed I’ve had’s from Rayne, he distills happy
When I kill that beat, I’m a god among men
Step in the room, and it’s a Mardi Gras then
If you see my eyes red, like I came back from the dead
It ain’t weed, it’s the fucking pollen
I have allergies
Chorus (2nd):

Bro, be at ease
I just took your girl, she happy
She just gave me swirls, and that means
She gave me head, get over it (x2)



Verse 2 (Lil Palm Tree & 2nd):

Fuck
I got high again
Popping hella pills, often like they were some vitamins
Mixing up the hennessy with the vicodin
Swinging off the molly, I’m the junkie looking Spiderman
Fluctuate, up and down these highs
To the point where I would suffocate
Fuck a plate
I don’t wanna die, I just wanted to be something great
Pump the brake
It’s now time to cut the cake, I suggest we run away

Hey Rayne, how’s your day going?
I know it’s been kinda hard cuz the pay’s slowing
I’m doing great, matter fact, I had a great year
I spend every night trying to go out and face fears
Yo, I’m glad you had a great year
My girl gave me head once, she said I taste weird
And I’m tryna be poetic everyday
I’m not talking bout no Shakespeare
LETS FUCKING GO!