Headlock

Swinging for the fences

But I'm buried in that bedrock

Swimming in the trenches

Got you wearing out your fresh socks

Spent a couple wishes

I was fishing for that deadstock

I've been doing the dishes

On that mission for that wedlock

Spin for a minute till a bitty hits the death drop

Chin to the ceiling

I get in it like a dreadnaught

I sin ready willing

Steady spilling all my head thoughts

Crimson my fit

I crawl the city like it's Red Rock

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

I know that you're dead wrong

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Smoking on that headlock

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

I-I know that you're dead wrong

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Smoking on that headlock

Drop drop drop

I find the door and then I go

I-94 I'm bout to blow

Go pack a bag a couple rolls

I've been smacking out the dome

Like they'd attack me in the home

Macaulay Culkin all alone

I got to hacking all the woes

(You're looking good)

Smell that cooking wood

You know I've been backing bad

Fire-fire to the heart

Clashing with this broken glass

I can catch a herd of them

Wordless cattle in their eyes

Know the night is dark out

But that 3M yeah

It keeps me shining

I hate to see them go

But I love to watch them flee

They couldn't take the smoke

Hazy days that's more for me

I'll speak it through the centuries

I'll be the one I'm meant to be

The team all knows I'm sensory

I told them what it meant to me

Mmm mmm mmm

Moving wary then a dead stop

Mmm mmm mmm

Cherry runts at the dead drop

Mmm mmm mmm

Scary stunts get that head chopped

Wearing camo like a grunt