THEHILLS Lyrics

I remember faces, half you bitches fake

I been sitting taking notes, I'm dreaming out in the day

Go and play your Call of Duty, pussy lacking in his rank

I be knocking at his door, bitch we pull up in a tank

Yeah I pull up like Kenobi, ho hello there

Think he talking risky, you don't really wanna go there

Bullshit you don't miss me, that shit coming outta nowhere

Two time bitch, I'm lit, I don't be staying up

Sipping on Bacardi, and that's probably why I'm laying up

Solo in the party, when I dream I don't be waking up

Spelling harsh words, well I guess I wasn't fake enough

Throw away my sense, all my time been getting taken up

Can't afford your favor

I was sitting tryna savor

Think I'll wait a little later

I avoid communicators

They complain just like my neighbors

Bitches tweaking like they Kramer

Fucking feed em' to the gators

Conversations with my maker

I resort to sparking fumes

I been staying up, I'm outta tune

You ain't got a clue

Turning pages, making faces blue

Clear the fucking room

Gimme space, I'm in my fucking tomb

Thriving in the gloom

Got me stressing, bitch I blew my cool

Wrap his fucken face up like a turban, throw his ass away

Need a fucken curtain, when I sleep, I wake up on the plane

Reputing my traditions, bitch I save em' for another day

Relating Constitution to some shit I wrote just for a grade