Unorganized Thoughts/Dinner Invite Lyrics

This nigga 

Pick up the phone nigga 

It's like every time yo

Of course

Fuck these niggas yo

It's the windows to my soul

Yeah, oh 

It's the windows oh

To my soul you wanted it now here it goes

I can't act like I've been perfect

I say ah

Yeah

Yeah oh yeah

I can't act like I've been perfect I know I've been a scumbag

To women who ain't deserve it

But I've grown from that drama

I complain about everything that I go through

But maybe I'm just going through this karma

Rest in peace to big mama

I know she ashamed looking down at me knowing

(Mama I'm sorry)

I can't talk to my mama

Everytime I see her it's drama

I'm alone in my four cornered room

I'm alive but inside I done did ohh

I'm alone in this four cornered room

I'm alive inside I done died without a tomb

Ayo Vic I'ma need uh shit

Aye Vic I'ma need a hour for this song and shit

Why my day ones start acting like some broads and shit

Ohh yeah

It's the windows

I say blood sweat and tears the work I put in so they can eat

They get on they feet and these niggas start acting fake with me

They claiming real they actions not what they oh yeah

Blood sweat tears they (Inaudible)

(This shit crazy Vic)

I say blood sweat and tears the work I put in so they can eat

They get on they feet and these niggas start acting fake with me

They say they real but that's not what they actions say to me

Just to say the least

Oh yeah

Just to say the least

You try to move in here you couldn't pay the lease

(Different tax brackets nigga)

Uh shit (It's the windows)

Who's raising you is not the same person who's raising me

Who ever raised you, who ever raised you

Failed you blatantly

Oh you can't tame me

I put so much trust in phonies I thought niggas was homies

(Inaudible) I thought that they was my homies

Found out they was some phonies

Them niggas way below me

(It's the windows to my soul)

These niggas is way below me

They say they wanted beef but it's bologna

(Fuck 'em) 

Y'all niggas claim that y'all thuggin 

I pulled up niggas wanted nothin y'all bluffing

Bluffing

I don't care what gang you rep

I don't care nigga bang your set

I come through solo and I'll bang to death

(Fuck y'all niggas)

Man I don't even know why I trusted these niggas

(It's the windows)

Man I bust at these niggas (Keep recording)

Where I'm at man my tax bracket is out of your budget my nigga

It's hammer time you can't touch this nigga

Hello, hello, hello 

(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Hello, hello?

(Wadup, wadup, wadup)

Yo

(Yo, yo, yo)

Now you wanna pick up the phone nigga

(My bad)

(Inaudible missed opportunities)

(I be messing up sometimes)

Yeah, yeah I'ma holla at you my nigga

Shit

I reminisce about distant memories at dinner with enemies

Wit niggas who was once kin to me

Over glasses of the finest champagne 

Laughing at past pain

Flicking my ashes as spirits enter me

Any premonition that may have slipped in your mind on your way here

That you dealing with, get rid of it

Cause this energy at the dinner table is lit

The only emotion given is innocence

I know you ain't trying to sit here reliving all of your past actions

In such an intimate fashion, I get it

Our time is limited, let's enjoy this dinner setting like winners

While not conducting no business shit

So let me pour you some dusse Mr. Two-Face

It's only right I pour two shots for the too fake

I know them lies you living is none of my business

I know the mask you hide behind got the world blind

Beautiful lies but the truth is alive isn't it? but I won't mention it

Man, I poured you this full glass of dusse you ain't sip it 

Go ahead and finish it

I'm having dinner 

With my enemies

I love them more than my friends

Cause they keep the same energy

I'm having dinner with my enemies

Sometimes I love them more than my friends

The one good thing about my enemies their energy always is what it is