I thought you said
You dont need to see my face
Anymore
So I close the door
These drugs in my veins
Highway to my brain
Just take me away
Drugged-out paint job
Inside, cocaine
Outside, Cobain
Got me sittin sideways
Got me sittin sideways
Blah, blah
Blah, blah
Isolated, smokin blunts like always
Came from ether rags in the hallways
Came from a woodshop in the woods
Get cut if you steppin out the line
Keep it thug
Uh, I know I got a fuckin resume
With the fuckin side of my brain
To keep my memories
No Glock in my jeans
Bitch, Im rollin with the blade
Im with the team so
Bitch, I got no problem
Ridin up on me
Bitch, you need to just holler
I dont need no dollars
Keep your contract
Cause I dont need dollars
I see your face
Every place I go