[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 1: Jesse James Solomon]
Slip and slide to live and learn you live and die
Caught in the thick of time, city lights flicker
My city type n***a's been flipping lights but i don't know
A city type n***a with a boat so who's shipping shine?
Solomon bitch holloman
Its like JJ I get it popping myself
Me I ain't asking no god for no help
Look what I got on my shelf look what I got on my table
I got my plate full, I'm stressed but grateful
I been up for days burning zeds like an eight ball
Buss it like a case, I'll fuck your bitch interracial
(yeah yeah)
No I don't feel a thing

[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon]
I take shot to the chest and blow an L in sky
I'm in a mood and I ain't telling them why
Cause I don't wanna tell em a lie
Tell em a lie, tell it's life I grew fed up with time
Bags done, I want black lungs so I'm belling my guy
Look to sky at my lows and raise hell at my heights
Fell into crime but now I'm selling my mind like
I guess its an intelligent grind, I never run out of words
Send em a rhyme and promise not to tell em its mine
Tell em its fine , fine art behind the messy frame
Bitches love the game, it wasn't game till they started playing
Bars are flaming art of paining, once its written they can't erase
No they can't erase

[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?