[Hook]
These days I'm tied up
Downtown done dried up
Transit bus full of ammunition
And damn right we light up and that's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word

[Verse 1]
Bounce back for the town rap, cup of E&J for a potion trap
Looking for all the fingers snap to reality where the bitches at?
My face numb from the hum of bikes on a Sunday to the fucking 1st
Maybe numb from a Sunday service where Big Homie rolled in a hearse
Big boy be quick about it
Made it out I highly doubt it
Saw gold and I'm drowning
I'm downing, this cup, cuz

[Hook]
These days I'm tied up
Downtown done dried up
Transit bus full of ammunition
And damn right we light up and that's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word

[Verse 2]
Careful the bitches, you feeling possessive
An Everyday Struggle to not catch the mentions
Attention fermenting amongst generation
Awaiting with patience cuz we lack the famous
Intentions of love, delusions of lust
Put me up above with runners and trust...
Only comes packaged in one
And that's love (that's love)
Never keen to the cheap hoes (nope)
Always love at a free show (yes)
Industry is like fucking snow in Cali (damn)

[Hook]
These days I'm tied up
Downtown done dried up
Transit bus full of ammunition
And damn right we light up and that's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word
(that's word) That's word