On A Binge Lyrics

See, every night I stay up writin', locked myself up in the booth

The drinks will get me typing but I'm steady makin' moves

Yeah I don't fuck with all the type shit, what's the word like what's the news

'Cause the shit I make is timeless, I ain't ready, cut the noose

Y'all ain't motherfuckin' ready for a kid who spits the written shit or what I'm fuckin' bout to do

What I'm bout to do

They don't wanna hear a kid with a plan to attack or a will to live so I move silent on the loose

I'm on the loose

Yeah, I'm rollin' dice and flippin' pens

I cannot stop, I'm on a binge

I keep on havin' writer's block and I can't seem to finish shit

Aye

Who is swervin' in between the lanes, I am

Workin' weed, I be on the way, defying

All the shit that people say, yeah, they trying

Who is trying not to go insane, I am

Yes I, pop out

Drop-out

Stayin' rolled up at my house

On my couch

My time now

Wanna fuck around and find out

I'm just chillin', yeah steady makin' waves

Yeah I smoked a whole zip and I kick it everyday so I

I'm rollin dice and flippin' pens

I cannot stop, I'm on a binge

I keep on havin' writer's block and I can't seem to finish shit

But I stare at a page 'til I make the verse

Can't wear my face, I did that first

Wanna fuck with me and talk some shit, I'll show you what the mic is worth

Stayin' up and smokin' shit

I don't know who's on the couch but it's Nefarious the Kid

I'm on the path 'til I make it out, I'm on a binge

Everybody wanna listen but no one I care about

I just started out gunnin, I ain't got no motivation but a bitch started shit, now I'm back to what I'm 'bout

I would stand but I get too zooted

Gotta sell shit to make a buck

Would smoke outside but pigs are stupid

27 blunts are up

What, that's it dawg ? roll them hoes, we need at least like 40 more

I want exotic, I don't fuck with normal dro

Hold up, woah, where the fuck am I like, who the fuck's this guy

How the fuck did I get here

Is that a fuckin' cherry pie

Yo I think I must be trippin'

Dude I must be fuckin' high

Bro, what the fuck was in the weed?

Yo, what the fuck was in that pie?

I woke up, it never happened

Take a shot like I'm an addict

I don't ever have a day without a demon in the attic

This the binge, so what?

Substances are for the mind

All these people are corrupt so half this shit I keep confined

I'm rollin dice and flippin' pens

I cannot stop, I'm on a binge

Something's coming, feel this shit, your mother did, it's from the kid

I don't stare at a page, I killed that verse, can't wear my face, I did that first

Fuck with me and talk some shit, I'll show you what the mic is worth