F.Y.I

I'm a ghost, I'm a spirit

Motherfucking appearence

I'm just using these words

To describe the colors I'm hearing

And all the sounds that I'm seeing

I need a pound of the tree

And I get so lifted

The clouds looking pretty grounded to me

And I treat this shit like a gift

I randomly found in the street

Took that same gift and re-gift it

Pass it around, I don't need it

Scribble it down and repeat it

Dribble around the arena

80 points, 30 assists

Cause bitch, I lift the whole team up

You better act like you need us

So yes, I'm raising my feet up

I ain't got shit for you to sleep on

Dog, I ain't no IKEA i live inside an idea

I'm on that plane with Aaliyah

I held the shotgun for Kurt

I built the bomb for Korea

I am the human duality

Peep the good and the bad in me

I don't get why they mad at me

But I think that it's flattering

None of this shit is mattering

And my brains what I'm splattering

Cross the page, just to refrain

From all the pain that I'm battling

My name means nothing

I think my age means nothing

I think my rage means nothing

I think, we all crave substance

I think the weed is all I need

I use the dutches as crutches

I'm living fuck your instructions

I'm living fuck your instructions

I'm livin-

Fuck your instructions I'm livin'

Big bank roll tell me whatcha know

Would you put it on ya' soul?

Tell me where you tryna go

Got a big bank roll tell me whatcha know

Guess I'm trash at origami cause

My paper never fold got a big bank roll

Tell me whatcha know

Would you put it on ya' soul?

Tell me where you tryna go

Got a big bank roll tell me whatcha know

Guess I'm trash at origami cause