Ya
You see I'm living for the bonus
If you didn't notice
I'ma keep the focus
Drippin' is the slogan (yea, yea)
I'm just on my own shit
They sound like all my old shit
All them boys are bogus
Metric sounds atrocious (yea)
Psycho, genius, idiot
That my diagnosis
I don't feel that energy
Fuck all that hocus-pocus
She acting on emotion
I'm dodging the commotion
My vision ain't the limit
Catching feelings is a no-no
Too faded, all your tracks sound so-so
I got it up and down like a yo-yo
Yeah, you know I skip it like Pogo
I ain't trusting no popo
I got the plug on the way (yea-yea)
They don't stay away
You know the drugs for the brave (yea-yea)
Most of them end up with all the slugs in a grave (yea-yea)
I got the liquor and I got the bud for the wave
(Ay-ya-ya-ya)
I'm just out here doing me
(Ay-ya-ya-ya)
Don't be late with my remedy
(Ay-ya-ya-ya)
I passed out and had a dream
(Ay-ya-ya-ya)
I woke up to reality!
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