Sahbabii - Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, yeah, ee-ee, yeah Ayy, ee, ee-ee, yeah Ayy, ee, ee, yeah Ee, ee-ee, yeah Ayy, ee, ee, ee-ee, yeah Ayy, ee, ee, ee, yeah [Chorus] Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this sh*t don't feel right (Feel right) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed Bad thoughts mixed with weed, I'm sittin' in the dark, yeah (Bad thoughts mixed with weed) Blowin' back to back tree (Back to back), hope the ones I love never leave (Never leave) I'm up here knowin' no sleep (Knowin' no sleep) 'Cause when you sleep is when they creep (Creep, creep) And when they creep, you better eat (Eat, eat) Put them ni**as in the belly of the beast Bad thoughts, bad dreams, it rainin' (Yeah) It's pourin' down (Yeah), finna break my umbrella Hear a voice in the back of my head (Head), tellin' me, "sh*t gon' get better" I want all them ni**as dead, b*tch, I ain't never lettin' up (Lettin' up) Yeah, ah, ah I wanna live forever, oh, oh, oh When we die where do we go? Oh, oh, oh, oh It's so sad nobody know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) [Chorus] Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this sh*t don't feel right (Feel right) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed) Bad thoughts mixed with weed [Verse 2] Jump out with no pressure They strapped, we posted b*tch, I got good bread, I think I'm better than red lobsters (Better than red lobsters) Passion for that cantaloupe, energy drinks, b*tch, we some monsters (Monsters) b*tch, I'm havin' Blues like Imaginary Fosters (Fosters) Took one of my ni**as b*tch, that's gon' have to cost you (Cost you) Every day I'm hustlin', tryna get the Rick Ross Bellaire [?] all them guns, we tryna trick some b*tch, behave (Behave) He got shot up in his chest, that's what you get for tryna be brave [Outro] Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah