[Verse 1]
Wake up (Let's fuckin' do this shi—)
Wash up, count up
I ain't even tryna lie when I say my peace never been found, nah
Incog', I don't say shit and mainly that's the way I've been
I don't need a friend, you can get away, bitch
On my face, nigga, save your shi—
I ain't even tryna chat, nigga say it's this, they—, that
When you say it's wrong doesn't make you right
When you need a friend, niggas out of sight
Hard to keep it moving when it's out of spite
I just keep it moving, cruising through the night
I been going through and choosin' what is right
Smoking on the herb and moving through the mic
Hitting up the plug, he foolin' with the sights
Bit into the shrooms, I'm moving like a kite
All the lonely nights and I chose my life
Am I gonna do it? Clueless, man, I might
[Chorus]
But it's out of mind, then it's out of sight
If it's hard to find, then it's hard to write
If it's hard to climb, then it's hard to fight
If it's hard to shine, then it's hard to grind
Do this all the time, only in my mind though
Lately, it's been hard to find hope
And lately, it's been hard to find home
Killing time only makes the signs grow
[Verse 2]
My throat's been slit, been hit
My life been shit
It ain't nothing new, it is what it is
Rollin' up an eighth, take it to the face
And I reminisce
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
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