Heebie Jeebies Lyrics

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

This game is on a tight-rope

Greyson's takin' flight, hoe

Crash and burn, when the crowns all burn, go serve yourself to Christ, oh

My god, this is life though

No replays or lives, bro

Y'all want reassurance, pussy cowards this ain't Geico

Heebie jeebies, lookin' creepy when you rollin' down the block

Freaky deeky, when you see me, isn't frequently I talk

Fuckin' cowards want my trust

Pedophiles, fucking cunts

'Cross the aisles, same ol' stuff

No-vem-ber, better pack yo stuff and

Take a walk down blindman's hallway

Down the Issac Kappy highway

Breathe in and out with that basilisk

When he wraps around, its inviting

And this isolation exciting

No obligation, no writing

I feel fuckin'

I feel fuckin'

I'm fuckin' dead, I couldn't do this for a minute or more

What the fuck it's all for

A fuckin' industry whore

They want me slavin' in a booth to pump a unit a month

Just for everyone to tell me I ain't conscious enough

Fuck

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Why

Why, why

Why do we have to comply

You laugh at the pain

And cackle and cry

You grabbin the 9 after 5

Eyes, wide

Know I can see underneath of your smize

We one in the same we got matchin disguises

Apathy,

Act like you try

Theres always other ways to cope and I gotta control it, I know it

I want a chance

Just a Mortal Man

Know I fucked up, I knew when he stiffened up

That "shit hit the fan"

Force a Rigamortus on a bigger man

Where the bully nigga

Im the Boogeyman

Know I fucked up, I know he gon' do it again

He crazy, I know hes a voice in my head

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag

They say I need some therapy

Lonely with anxiety

On my way to purchase heat

These crackers keep on testing me

My happiness a fleeting moment

Never win, I face defeat

So when I face the devil

I am kissing up must take a knee

My whole life I felt pressure, so a nigga sit and stress eat

Depression got me losing weight, so it do not affect me

Plus I got my dead beat, acting like my bestie

When he the reason, I'mma kill myself, I'm in a frenzy

A maniac, can't react

I'm heartless, karma

Payed me back

For petty times that I would diss

Pilllow talking wit a bitch

What goes around is coming back

Insomnia it's hard to sleep

Heebie jeebies, stealthy in the city cause the reaper creep

Lollygagging to my shows

Hear my pain, you bob your head

All they do is fucking pose

Yes-men look like bobble heads

Lacking fucking common sense

Talking to my consciousness

It only makes me overthink

It's fucking up my confidence

He knows she know

Dont let it drag

You kids look so sad

Aye

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag

You kids look so sad

You in ya' feels bitch

Hop out tha bag

Don't let yo head sag

He knows

She knows

Don't let it drag