[Swank]
(It's going down
It's going down…)

This got me feeling like a tablet
In the backseat of a Cadillac
Getting rolled on
Look at what they wanna talk about
I'm smoking bomb, n***a!

[Young G]
Fuck it, riding in a bucket
Smoking on some 'Bama shit so I'm stuck lit
That's the way it goes
End of shows, my eye glows and the other one's closed
Driving right beside you, riding my prose
Sunshine the time of the widow
One time is a sign that I gotta go
So the role of the soul simply just to pull
To rise and energize, experience - pretend we're wisе
Ego such a good disguise, living off my own surprise, ziplock supplies
Drippеd up and high, lit up and fried
Lower to God, grace provide, too bored to imbibe
Riders at my side, glide after hide
And inhale my fatal balance inside
[Mxlplx, Swank, and Young G]
What gets you through the day? What makes you feel OK
If there's not much left, for me to try?
Tried chasing death but it made me cry
Lost my breath and still don't know why
I keep on trying my best to die, now it's easy
But I'm still looking for that something I couldn't find for nothing;
Grayish black, purple mixed with brown
Moon hung low above the ground
Used to know what I don't know now
Wanna see things that make me smile on the inside, on the out
To live a life you know nothing about
Watching TV on the fucking couch
I have no friends, I have no girl
I have no ends, I hate this world
Everything here is a fraud
How'd it feel? Worship their God
Settle for nothing, tried to fit in
Get tired of running, buy you some gin
Escape to forget why you want to escape
Beg for their respect, let society take
Your soul to the depths of the Hell it creates
Controlled by the stress you sell out to taste
Tastes like cigarettes mixed with toxic waste
Tell me I'm wrong for going my way
Telling me to calm down and learn to play
With the money, turning my hair gray
This shit is ugly, but we're here to stay
Maybe that's why you drink everyday
Winter days are here again, it's cold as hell
I have no friends, I say "oh well"
Baby, next year watch some leaves fall like a lady's tears leaning on my wall
Trying to clear my head of all that makes me feel the consequences of my heart's desire
These words don't mean shit and I can't feel poetry anymore
I wanna buy a TV and veg out
It's hard to think about anything too long, everything's confusing and I can't see
Believe I'm losing my sanity
But I know I'm not, I'm just getting old and smoking pot
When the days are cold, they're never not
Fuck this shit! I don't know why I had enough sickness to blow my mind
Disoriented scientist from another time
Born to light it up and twist another
Go find my crazy ass brother
And a cold bassline, I could make some tacked out as divine!
Lazy brown cats lounging with lime martinis and hot tubs filled with wine
It's easy when the pot fucks your ill ass
Wind up the windmill and feel passed
Out, I like the way the wind feels
Get out my fucking way, I gotta send chills
Through the rhythm
Toothless prisoner shooting chisme out his mouth
Suck my dick and I'll tell you what it's all about...
Bey-i-atch!
Make a move, future time
Straight confused, losing mi-ine…
Made me lose… *laughing*

(I'm so sorry.)
HAHAHA!!!
The fuck?