[Verse 1]
Testing; strike the side of my matchbox
Smoke so much dank you won't believe it like Sasquatch
I'd say it's my last shot, but that bottle's half empty
It's awful how you see me, I ain't docile it's what-e-v
S, this boggles up then secretes
So powerful you can feel it wobble in the cement
I held you while your tonsils left you bleedin'
The way you act is like how brothels attract weak men
Word, you make me a palegic, take me and my secrets
And hate that I'm a demon
For fuck's sake, I'm a route that is scenic
Saw you when I got vilemic, I'm not trying to be comedic
You're, rocky and I'm sea sick
Stop me when I'm leavin', but watching all the same
I'm, not me when I'm with you
Cocky and I diss you, but watching all the same

[Hook]x2
Yo, turn me up some
Yo, turn me up some
Yo, turn me up some
Turn me up some, turn me up some

[Verse 2]
Testing; spitting the same shit like backwash
Weed so hairy you won't believe it like Sasquatch
My heart's in a padlock, my lyrics on laptops
My ability to rap it like a black on black backdrop
Look, if the LC had a mascot, you know it would be me
If anyone's in snapshots, you know it would be me
There's parties in backyards, you know it would be me
And a mind full of ramparts, you know it would be me
Now, back to the real shit
I'm not bitching man I'm just tired of having to deal with
How much you hate my life an all of the trill shit
I do, your words aren't working because this blunt still lit
And my stomach won't burn enough rum
I thought I figured it out but I'm still learning love from
How I feel for you and my concern for young ones
Just quiet down move that dial round and turn me up some
[Hook]x2
Yo, turn me up some
Yo, turn me up some
Yo, turn me up some
Turn me up some, turn me up some