SHOTS

One shot, let it hit, hit, hit, hit

Another shot, got me lit, lit, lit, lit

Third shot, I might miss, miss, miss, miss

Fourth shot, let it rip, rip, rip, rip

Back with the pack in my lap like a gat

So mad thinking that I might crash

Bags on my eyes tryna stack up a rack got me thinking bout the time that passed

Catch me with smoke I be rollin

I'm coping through all of my thoughts and commotion

I'm twisted been drinking straight out of the potion

I talk what I live but still nobody notice, it's just