IDK. ft. Mick Konerko Lyrics

That shit look like eternal atonement of sins

Watch this

All I need is a blunt

Hol' up lil bitch are you taking a bump

Stackin' the bodies and stuff em in trunks

Wake the fuck up it's the first of the month

Cash out

I don't cash in

This visa don't work

For all of my opps

I pray for the worst

For all of those times

I'll take to the dirt

This a fuck you

You bitch ass nerd

You follow a pig like a herd

And chirp like a bird

Your head on the wall for some fur

You think you're the best

But I concur

This beat so bad

Got me thinking in the lab

I'm thinking bout snapping

I'm never relaxing

I feel like the captain

The drink got me lackin'

That pussy okay

It smelled like some hay

A western girl

That's down from the bay

I don't know

I don't know

How to provoke

This shit is a joke

And all of my brothers they see through your cloak

You all on your toes

I don't know

I don't know

You wrong or you right

We starting a fight

I see why I love you

Your eyes are so bright

It's making me white

I don't know

I don't know

How to provoke

This shit is a joke

And all of my brothers they see through your cloak

You all on your toes

I don't know

I don't know

You wrong or you right

We starting a fight

I see why I love you

Your eyes are so bright

It's making me white

I've been thinking about my ultimate plans

All the sweat and tears in my hands

Chess no checkers on some vans

I'm frontin for a Mercedes-Benz

Smoking some wood from Ardennes

We are all seeing diverging lens

We are moving in diverging lanes

On a spliff pulling out a new strain

Rah

I know you don't wanna lose me

But you dropped me like it's child's play

Momma be listening

And I know I feel loved today

Even when my emotions are currently delayed

Filling pockets like it's Super Tuesday

Chaos is circular like Groundhog Day

Nothing is wrong

Everything's fine

Everyone is doing a little horseplay

Hard in the paint

Rapid fire like a uzi

My vision being tainted

The brain feeling moody

The neighbors getting mad while I'm home making movies

The noises were quaint

They sound like goofy

Playing B-ball at Lions Den with Juicy

Go back to the studio and make shit groovy

The blues hitting different I'm John Belushi

Joliet on the come up I feel like Rudy

Pull up

In the black hatchback

You on the slow bus

This bitch so bad

Might take her to the crib

Just to show her how I live

After dropping this damn they'll wanna know us

Born

In October

But haunted by monsters

I need me a soda

The older I get

Man I feel like I'm bolder

The hole in my heart

Is weighing my shoulders

So how do I do it

I don't

Why would I smoke

The info I'm getting is making me choke

This issue I'm having is keeping me woke

My blood will spill and my shirt will be soaked

You think you a chief

Giving advice

Like you think I'll believe

All of those lies

Through your disguise

I look to the sky

And pray to my god

I don't know

It's okay

We don't play

We don't game

We don't cope

We don't lie

We don't fight

We on sight

We are the light

We are the prophets

Envisioned the product

Because we not fuckin' with you

With you

With you

I don't know

It's okay

We don't play

We don't game

We don't cope

We don't lie

We don't fight

We on sight

We are the light

We are the prophets

Envisioned the product

Because we not fuckin' with you

With you

With you

Financially incapable

Motivation unattainable

Goals become unsustainable

The trauma unshakeable

Bust down

She told me to come pick her up

You know what I told her

I told her

Baby

I don't got a car

Hop on this horse

Eat on this fruit

It's straight from the source

She say she is blind

But I know morse

Say she a virgin

Oh

Of course

Why you so bored

You sittin' there mad

Like you ain't eat a whole course meal

Now that your hearts in my hand

I'm sitting on the couch but I think I should peel

He'll

See

I'm really not bad

I'm sayin this shit cause I just wanna smash

Your brother wan' play

Ion' know how to catch

Why can't they tell that I just want you

You

You

Giving me light

I'm tryna to fuck

I don't wanna fight

If your dad keep on giving me lip

I swear to god I just might fuckin'

Roll that blunt I might hit you up

Stroll forward I'm gonna make a front

Rickey Henderson I'm going for a bunt

No money in the air

It's okay I'm still gonna stunt

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Can I go back again

My main

pull up to Spain

Pour a cup with a loogie on it and call it a day

And call it a day

GOD DAMN

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