Lyrics

[Intro] Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh, uh, ayy Sad, you gon' need caution, I'm mad I'm mad, I'm mad [Verse 1] Sad, you gon' need caution, I'm mad Stuck in a box made of ash Don't need a bitch, I need pack I might push eighty on that dash I might go fifty on that bag I'm broke as fuck so I crash Pick up those pieces and laugh Smoke and wake up, then I blast [Bridge] I might go fifty on that dash I might go fifty on that dash I might push fifty on the dash I might go fifty on that bag I might go fifty on that bag I might go fifty on that bag I might go fifty on that bag I might go fifty on that bag (The mic didn't work last song) I might go to Cambodia to find my dad (This is a mental note for this song) (So, he had to remind himself to record again, again) (He 'bouta do his first verse, he 'bouta do it again) (Hey, I can make a melody out of that) Again (Damn, that shit was hard, that shit was hard, good job, nigga) [Verse 2] I took a planet out of orbit then snorted it at the Ritz Skinny bitch being one of my favorites to get on dick Need drugs, haven't even considered, what, fucking love? Fuck a bitch, all I need is a metal .30 with clips Tell me how to see myself, I can't wait to be myself Only demon in the mirror, yeah, bitch, I've been to hell Tell me how to see myself, I can't wait to be myself Only demon in the mirror, yeah, bitch, I've been to hell