8pm Touchdown (psycho) Lyrics

What am I waiting for man

Time like this you just gotta get it from the go

Bro got a strange phone no internet

But if you text him he gon' make it snow

Feeling like Ric Flair I'm a nature boy and to ya grave I just bought a rose

Yeah to ya grave I just bought a rose

More like Andre 3K cause with this rap shit it's gon' blow

More like Andre that giant cause this lost record so low

More like Andre in the post I hold the paint down solo

More like Andre 3K this rap shit gon' blow

After Halloween hopin' that you show but you won't

And a flow like these and a flow so cold grab your coat

I be sippin' Sprite she be snortin' No Pepsi blood on sink you gon' see

Truthfully after I passed him the blunt I pulled the pastor aside

Told him that my soul been feelin' real hot

And he told me I need to stop eatin' Asad's

Girl no you can't have one of my ribs

But I promise girl you can have all of my sides

Never like fittin' in y'all not my size

Sativa adrenaline I'm up live I'm ready to fly

Roll up another blunt and then we just pass around

They don't even check us now Nike shoes with the sign down

I'm lookin' for the sign now out thrivin' with a sundown

8 pm touchdown yeah yeah

Odell yeah oh well

She livin' in hell

We breathin' inhale

You livin' and failed a trap no bail

That lost soul won't sell the transaction on Zell

Yeah whoa yeah November yeah whoa

Eyes all in the picture they scared to look back

I got some food for thought that's hard to digest

The voices talkin' talk back

Bro got 5 years for that bullshit

How we gon' find a solution smoking pollution

Me and you two different races

I'm on a spaceship how you gettin' complacent

How do you end up here

Look in the mirror change your pants change your appearance

She from the Chi so go Bears Wolves make you timber Gobert

You don't wanna go there trust me it ain't gon' be fair

Trust me when we get there we gon' move a lot of fern

We can play music with chairs everybody gon' be runnin

Everybody gon' be jumpin' everybody gon' be clutchin

Everybody gon' be askin' what's all the commotion

But we ain't tellin' them nothin

Lookin' at takin' it all I'm not lookin' at any specifics

But uh way that he whippin' that car I think this nigga off whippets

Put down the whippets then pick up a blunt and pick up some bitches

See that's an easy decision don't say I ain't did nothin' for you

Mr November prolific Mr November you did it

Mr November you're finish

Driving with all them switches then swappin' the plate in the hood that's washin' them dishes

If I start gettin' too deep then you might have to dig it

But you're too suspicious I keep that faith on me everywhere I go and walk

Pants on True Religion

I took her to space she said have you ever been here before

Worryin' bout yourself and not bout these other hoes that's why you a second place ho

I been countin' my lucky stars I'm hopin' that we can meet up one day

Highway to heaven long road and it's a one-way

Way that we be steppin' man we should be on our runway

Catch a nigga on any block on any street like Subway's

Heard your latest album shit was seven days it's mundane

She was on top then she went backshots it was a short reign

Just another psycho

All my bad girls I don't like her

I don't like her way too violent

Want me fight her I won't fight her I want

I know I go psycho I need Gecio

I know I know I know I know I go psycho

I know I know she wanna ride this rhino

I know grab my Bible I go psycho

I know I know I know I know you're a typo

I know I know I gotta erase my rival

I know life's a cycle

I know I know if it's off a micro

I know I know I'm a psycho

Only trust me and her gyno

I know I know I go psycho

I know I know I know I know

I know I know I go psycho

I know I know I go psycho

I go I go I go

I know I know I know I go psycho