[Verse 1: Cruzn]
Packed downpipe in the Christmas lights
In the middle room, fried on a Wednesday night
One track mind and I never think twice
Wrist water hit the light look like Gatorade white
Checkered up vans like Talladega Nights
John Reilly with the curls, Ricky Bobby with the drive

Crystal Skull and Five Alive, Solo mission stay inside
Phony figures can't confide, in many people in my life
I'm working like its do or die, but still find time for getting high
Crush a q and resupply, stoned flow is verbal arsenic
The sauce brewed and the fans fucked with it
Jealousy like a fucking epidemic

Epidemic, you infected, don't get close to me
Had no reason, had no traction
What the fuck you see
I still hear your past emotions calling out to me
Did the same thing as my baby and just let it be

[Verse 2: Cruzn]
Gmail full of you fell off shit, I wonder how you sent it
What the fuck did it fall off of when I let it
If I had barely had the traction when every song I made was rationed
When all the lyrics Now with this unreleased, I'm laughing
Project worth of em no cap, upload all of em with no caps
Diamond mine this one could make me shine
Like a bald broski with no cap, taking shots but got no strap
Flood the hats goin back goin back
Now the beat sound like the crowds bad
But there's no crowd at the mousepad
B cup bra on the mattress, double cup but like no ac
Got a bad one on my ballsack, cup it up like a jock strap
So good I had to spit when I make beats

[Verse 3: Cruzn]
Can't wait, I gotta vacate, party had closed down
And I brought the gas down, got orange hairs in the kush
I'm blowing soundclouds, you looking dead weight
Look at me alleyways, you know I eat hate
I got a full plate, I'll bring a second around
Fire they hosing me down, people are slowing me down
Loud keep on blocking em out, I guess I'm ballin out
Up, fuck it, I'm buying a pound
Keep it around, Skrt, skrt now i'm found

[Chorus: Cruzn]
I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in new York
Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger
When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger
I done quit the job and dodge that school like it do hurt
[Chorus: Cruzn]
I done got my ticket now I'm sleeping out in new York
Shitting on these rappers dreams I see em Freddy Krueger
When I shoot my shots I shoot my words hit like a ruger
I done quit the job and dodge that school like it do hurt