Sickening Lyrics

I'm typically at the house, but for now I'm out and about

A quarter ounce for breakfast, an awfully lawful amount

A million grams worth of milligrams I'm like Hoffman with the count and

I should probably do some dusting but I'm locked to the couch

If you tryna hit the blunt then put some fire where your lips touched

They say you have no friends if you never got the -vid, huh?

I hopped out the snare and missed the kick by the closest call

Hoping for a fall, but I automatically spring past the winters just to heed the summer's call

'Cause, sun down or sun up what comes around will go up and stay there

Cheat your way up to the top then look to me to play fair?

That's sickening to hear

A hairy situation, I'll give you something to fear

You wanna stop along the way and I'm just tryna get us there

Fatally attractive roadside seats to stare

Escalate from what is there

Quickly running through all of those thousand-yard stairs

Make my way out and denounce the couch in that house

"Hallucinations ingested from poisonous sprouts"

A quarter pound for dinner it's clear that I'm losing count

Ask not what I can do for you, ask what you have not

You think you run your team I understand, you're the mascot

You pull up to the club with faux cash and rocks from a video you shot but nobody even watched

I always give options, you could pause/stop

You could vault that shit or drop, but toe to toe you cannot

Laugh off the narrative of fumbling a bag

Why would I buy a feature if I would never pay for ass

One, at this point in time, I'm a married man

Two, probably deleted you, hit the bleachers with the fans

My man, your girl is in my girls dms tryna find a threesome

The gameplan is, not making one

I'm taking a leap of faith, for once

Hell, for all I know this is a seance in a month

I could probably get popped while finally clutching up

Wiped in the dust once I've finally had enough

And the high's worn off down to a nice buzz and I'm no longer dragging feet, but

I'm still at the crib so...

One more puff

Because I like it at the house and it's always loud when I'm out

I quarter ounce for breakfast, a lawfully awful amount

A million grams worth of milligrams, I'm like Hoffman off 'em now

Worried 'bout everything and nothing, aint it somethin