[Produced By: Party Supplies]
[Verse: Action Bronson]
Sittin' first cla**, feelin' like sh** though
Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
f** that, I want the crown off anybody head
I wouldn't care if everybody's dead
It's why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed
Have a f**in' sleepover with my weapons
My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
sh**, I made this out of nothin'
Damn, these ladies love me out in London
Laurenivici served the granulated onion
My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
Dog, what the f** is with your mother?
She got one leg longer than the other
One eye through the shutter
Made the transition from weed to bu*ter, like spring to summer
[Hook: Action Bronson & Black Atla**]
I nearly lost my mind
All a motherf**er got is time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
I nearly lost my mind
All a motherf**er got is time, time, time
Time, time
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad
I nearly lost my brain
Dealin' with this motherf**in' pain, so bad
So bad, I'm so glad