Soldier

Shed Theory

[Verse 1: Dream Caster]

Free Kudz I want my cousin

Going getting money shit

I just threw a bag out

I [?] my own

And you could write a theory, I could tell you why it’s not it

Swear this lil bitch she toxic

Stick it out is my option

I pop out with my stick

He shootin on some boss shit

I be on my Top Gun Tom Cruise shit

And he be on that Will Smith rap type shit

[Verse 2: Henry Mosto]

Feel like Chris Brown, hit the mic in a song

If you hold me down then I will never tell you stop

And if you still in town then I will never leave the spot

[Verse 3: Marlon DuBois]

About to meet the lurch, you already met the nod

How can I let go and still have control

Everything I do is theoretical (Nah, nah)

The shed's underwater it grew tentacles

I can feel it in my body, I’m about to go far

Identical theories, I can not tell them apart

I’m with my homies sipping pints not pop

At the store walked into Woody's car

[Verse 4: Aceii]

I gotta find all the theories, I get bored

Teach me how to live a little lie

Wake up, I been shedding through the night

Pick it up and I put it into writing

Took the Tuss and I put it in the [?]

Everything is good when I’m awake

Had a dream I’d been staring at the walls for days

Had a dream I’d been staring at the hall like no way

Shed Theory

Find find

[Hook: Marlon DuBois]

Three cups and you can’t touch one of them

So many theories and I swear you know none of them

Shed Theory soldier you’re not one of them

I’m in the back smoking on some shit you never seen

Theories in the grass growing it looks just like a tree

[Verse 5: Capoxxo]

When I pop out

They all laugh at me

Everyday I’m dressing up

It feel like fashion week

Yeah we were turning up

And you looked at me

I said babe you aren’t

What we’re supposed to be

And you’re scaring me

What the fuck is happening

Nothing’s even happening

Nothing’s even happening

My theories never lie to me

Taking Percs like vitamins

I always think about it but

I just get like high as shit

[Verse 6: Ricky Chix]

Don’t know why she count on me

But she always lie to me

We were turning up

Dragon never lie to me

I be where the zombies be

They stay inside of me

Find

I be kissing plastic cups

[Hook: Marlon DuBois]

Three cups and you can’t touch one of them

So many theories and I swear you know none of them

Shed Theory soldier you’re not one of them

I’m in the back smoking on some shit you never seen

Theories in the grass growing it looks just like a tree