PUPPETS Lyrics

In a six speed, drivin' on the highway

Twelve can never miss me, doin' this shit my way

I wanna feel fine, runnin' back in time

Shit was always great, way before we used to rhyme

Shawty fuck a quarter pack, I've been flippin' all these dimes

Nickels and these pennies keep on crossin' out my sight

But I'll always miss the signs that'll open up my eyes

I ain't never movin', this a different kind of high

Yeah, road to the paper, I'm quietly tryin' to gun it

All my people haters, I'm workin' to overcome it

I'ma be myself while you fall in the hands of puppets

So fuck it, I need a drum kit instead of dumb shit

I wanna buck right out, can't give no fucks right now

I think my luck ran out, can't have no fun right now

I wanna buck right out, can't give no fucks right now

I think my luck ran out, can't have no fun right now

Yeah, outlandish, I'm such a savage, I panicked, and packed my baggage

The problems man I can't have'em I'm chattin it up with death

And trynna see what's up next, to get this shit off my chest

I know that I'm way up next, The top off, I know the rest

The rest of the way is golden, I'm tokin' it up my best

I know that we gettin' older, and all my music bout me

I'm tired of the rhymin, but rhythm is in my system

Yeah, I get it, you say you with it

But really, you is just a buster

Act like your sister, and I ain't with it

You a devil in the flesh, oh yeah, I know I've been sinnin

But we still winnin'-dub fuckin' the game up with the tip in

I shoot my shot like I'm Pippen

I don't know how to end it

But we still winnin'-dub fuckin' the game up with the tip in

I shoot my shot like I'm Pippen

I don't know how to end it

Road to the paper, I'm quietly tryin' to gun it

All my people haters, I'm workin' to overcome it

I'ma be myself while you fall in the hands of puppets

So fuck it, I need a drum kit instead of dumb shit

I wanna buck right out, can't give no fucks right now

I think my luck ran out, can't have no fun right now

I wanna buck right out, can't give no fucks right now

I think my luck ran out, can't have no fun right now

(In a six speed, drivin' on the highway)

(Twelve can never miss me, doin' this shit my way)

(I wanna feel fine, runnin' back in time)

(Shit was always great, way before we used to rhyme)

(Shawty fuck a quarter pack, I've been flippin' all these dimes)

(Nickels and these pennies keep on crossin' out my sight)

(But I'll always miss the signs that'll open up my eyes)

(I ain't never movin', this a different kind of high)