Loco

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] I load the .44, then paint the Van Gogh She rang the front door, she came commando She came and rambled, I came and rolled over No time for conversations, cold shoulders Out of my mind, she off the red wine She woozy, bitch bougie, straight from Dubai She love the hip hop and love my slick talk Gave head, then begged the boy to crip walk I write the James Joyce, don't need the Rolls Royce I need the straitjacket, finna go batshit Sick of these rappers stealin' my swagger Tryna run with the penmanship practiced Gangsta gone Gatsby, fades with no lotion Get this shit cracking, crack his jaw open Crack in my system, Daddy loved smokin' Like he loved smokin' niggas, no jokin' [Chorus: Vince Staples, Kilo Kish & Both] Everybody get a little bit crazy Seems like you've been feeling that lately Everybody get a little bit lonely Keep breathing slowly, slowly Right place at the wrong time Wrong turn in my own mind Right place at the wrong time Got lost in my own mind [Post-Chorus: Kilo Kish] It's okay, hey Vince, it's me Things are goin' pretty great now and this ain't what you need Don't waste your time on a ignorant fuck Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K? Mama whooped that ass for three days Parties at McDonald's for our birthday It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Let me tell you 'bout when a nigga went crazy At the Marriott, havin' Kurt Cobain dreams Let me tell you 'bout when a nigga went loco Ace hotel, should've stayed at the Soho Housekeepin' keep knockin' on my door though Don't she know I'm starin' in the mirror with a .44? Tryna get my head straight, she tryna get the bed straight No room to think, kaboom on the sink [Break] Ugh, me tienes harta (Pinche baboso abre los ojos) ¿Quién te crees, eh? ¿El muy chingón? (Date cuenta de lo que tienes) Tú no eres nadie (Ya no eres niño) Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal (You're a grown-ass motherfuckin' man) Eres un estúpido, no sabes nada Nadie te toma en serio (I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone) ¿Sabes qué? Vete a la chingada, me caes gordo (Pinche puto desgraciado) Pinche vato pendejo (I fuckin' hate you) [Chorus: Vince Staples, Kilo Kish & Both] Everybody get a little bit crazy Seems like you've been feeling that lately Everybody get a little bit lonely Keep breathing slowly, slowly Right place at the wrong time Wrong turn in my own mind Right place at the wrong time Got lost in my own mind [Post-Chorus: Kilo Kish] It's okay, hey Vince, it's me Things are goin' pretty great now and this ain't what you need Don't waste your time on a ignorant fuck Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K? Mama whooped that ass for three days Parties at McDonald's for our birthday It's okay, it's okay, guess I should say [Verse 3: Vince Staples] I'm in the black Benz speedin' with my black skin gleamin' Out the window, tints low Baby, come and see 'em where the rent low Been gone, I don't need a shrink, I need a hit song Tryna show the world a nigga tweakin' Been a schizo crip though, off of 65th, though When you're by the killer, I ain't aimin' when the shit blow Jumpin' through your window, finna hit a lick mode Thuggin' since the flip phone, don't be who I flip on [Outro: Vince Staples] We all waste away, what are you lookin' for? We all waste away, what do you got in store? We all waste away 'cause I can't take much more We all waste away, rather be lost and poor What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe What my master say? Nigga, you won't be free Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep "But you a star," they say, "You mean so much to me Mean so much to me"