[Chorus: YCK]
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh

[Verse 1: YCK]
Riding out the back, got about half a tank
Then I roll another blunt and go to motherfucking faint
Fuck a case, fuck a bitch named Tay-K and fuck a race
Now your blood left a stain, got red up on the paint
See me at a function, I say "Fuck all those assumptions"
Don't doubt my word and all the sound that I'm bumpin'
Stand up real straight, now that motherfucker's running
And I ain't even done, this is just my introduction
Hit me up again likе you forgot that I exist
But it don't matter much, I won't evеr be missed
Gonna summon up the shit to make you slit your fucking wrists
See me swerving on the curb while they all watch me drift
559, where the sun don't shine
Where the clouds so thick it hurts to breathe inside
Cause' of human pollution, we got a greyed out sky
Go injecting some venom, my eyes roll back turn white
[Chorus: YCK]
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh

[Verse 2: Fiction]
Am I a blob who just recites a mob?
Of dialogue, ain’t got a higher cause
Hitting higher marks or make fires start
Like highland park, make the lighters spark
Tire marks in my wired thoughts
Try to not die and rot, gotta find a plot
Can’t rewind a clock, I’m never signing off
When the rhymin' stops
Ink up a pad and crumble it, fuck all that mumble shit
You know I’m coming with ammo, is rumbling, double it
I’m on my humble shit, fuck what the budget is
I’m takin double shifts
Me and Yung chink comin up in it fuck with it
Struggle with all of the shit that I’m juggling
Still poppin' bottles and they still be bubblin'
But all of my demons got shit that they’re summoning
[Chorus: YCK]
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh
Slumped up in the breezeway
Going about 80 on the fuckin' freeway
Lose my damn mind while I watch the trees sway
And they ain't got shit on all the bricks we weigh