Comin Down

Lately, I began to see signs

That you got leaving me on your mind

I get a cold, cold feeling when I touch you

It's hard to face, but I know the truth

This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry

I'm tired of the truth, I want some lies

Fucked up childhood was traumatized

Took a trip to hell, had to go demon time

Instant in the clip looking like curly fries

Worked hard, gotta see the other side

Now it's Kick Doe Click, bitch, we on the rise

Pouring wockhardt on my pecan pie

Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feeling like Billy Ray

I might be hard-headed and don't listen, but I do what my semi say

I'm a short ass Mexican, five, five, but I'm still stepping on anything

Pocket rocket, I got me itty bitty thing

I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid

Pour up my cup, I be knocking out ten a day

I don't want no trish and I sure as hell will throw that pie in yo' face

I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and give it away

I came up without shit, so I know what it's like, and I'm tired of pain

Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down, and I'm letting 'em hang

Uh, yeah, I'm just trying rap

I ain't tryna be in the hood hitting no licks, you can't say this is cap

I've done prove myself, now I'm out getting rich

Blued up every day, out here looking like Stitch

Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch

Woke up the next day, ain't nobody said shit, for real (right on)

I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up)

I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up)

I'm coming down, I'm coming down (cut up)

I'm coming down, aye, I'm coming down

A knee-deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it to real

Lil' bitch said, "She was done with me," I bet she fuck me still

Took a lost, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal

Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal

Come on, this shit ain't come overnight, been putting down for years

Thinking about my nigga dead and gon, shit still gives me chills