[Verse 1]
.ever since I took my pad out, things that's been
BAD doused cuz now I'm able to hash out rage
AlTHOUGH ya boy resembling his dad now days, I'm
LUCKY that the goods got the bad outweighed
OUT late, and what I consider communication with spouse range from
EVERYTHING that's stated out of my mouth when the sun goes down save
.and a sour taste, and a flower vase
DeVOURED and the first hour that I'm awake wondering how it break
...sh**, shouts to infinite chances
.you know gins in his hands if you see Vincent is dancing
.id rather die and burn up, then be some couch potato
VEGETABLE,and i don't care it hurts your feelings that's why I turn up
.i can deal with you crying murder, I know deep
InSIDE of your mind you know I ain't trying to hurt us, but I'd be
LYIN if I said I was fine and in time ima learn but
[Verse 2]
..here goes another texting war
.im convinced these bad habits end up best ignored
.depressed they don't hold my ca**ettes in stores, being
STRESSED and bored leads to extra coors, leads to message boards
.leads to tweets and snaps, 6 hours later me
DeLETING half and tryna piece together why my screen is cracked
.like me and P MOBB, we rolled, to keyhole
THREE whole hours later it's opposite of peace mode, I'm
LEAVING fast, catching an uber up the street home
P Soul beats that I leased a week ago leaking out from my
C phone, beep, oh, cell percentage on zero and
JUST when I thought that I'm free at last, my f**in keys gone
.like someone should beat my a** so this can seem wrong
.so many chances call my girl Chance The Rapper and
JUICE should just be my theme song, man I don't need a flask