Mesquite

(ZooDeVille)

I woke up on the bus like what city is it?

I done got up off my ass and paid the world a visit

Rolled another blunt and now my ceiling missing

Baby girl it ain’t the tour that got me feeling distant

Feel like Kenny powers on a speed boat

Bitch you think you fly, what you need me for?

I need some extra hands to count these c-notes

I can show ‘em all they want, they won’t believe though

If they hating I say fuck ‘em let ‘em bleed slow

This for all my peoples

Bitch I love myself so I don’t need hoes

Traversing through this lifetime with some cheat codes

She wake up, do her make up bumping G Perico

Got g’s up in my peacoat

I smell like heaven and some weed smoke for real

Yes I feel like myself again

Got a head full of remember when?

Hero or heroin

She know where we begin

It’s all good as long as we pretend

(slug)

Imaginary friends in your head

Feed the beasts under the bed

At least I think that’s what she said

The heart's made of felt but you built the architecture out of sand

Picture the artist without a crayon

Green Jesus the wolf seems sheepish

I don’t sleep but my dreams stay seamless

I used to identify as the realest

Back when it was fly to have feelings

You were busy tryna fit the description

I caught a glimpse in my peripheral vision

Tryna hide the smile but diamonds gonna glisten

In my rear view mirror you disappear in the distance