"way thru" lyrics
I, I have always felt too complicated
How should I know? Like I've ever set foot in this castle before
Cut me some slack
I wish sometimes I could just enjoy the simple things in life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
Three blunts on my chest and she laced 'em (Hahaha)
Four digit, one letter, 916 4L
Yeah, I'm a pagan
Philosopher, heir to the throne in the making (Yeah)
Bullets fly, let 'em sing, Clay Aiken
You're mistaken, only here for the one night
The escape plan, but I meet a girl like you and start changin'
Pain keep racin' through my veins, I don't say shit
New things feel like old things, on the same shit
Depends how you frame it (Hey)
LA hand in the cookie jar, faded (Ask me how you did)
(Say you don't wanna come clean, I won't make you)
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
They go to town, they know I gotta spread around town
When my feet touch the ground, I know you was gunned down
No mercy, diamonds on me, wet pussy
Like an X-ray, put 'em on a bit early
Do you think I'll found out if I'm worthy?
Like where was you when my pockets got hurtin'?
On the bleachers, standin' for you, conversion
Gotta update to a new version
They see me goin' up, then I'll let it calm down
Always stay ten toes when it comes to your ground
When I hear your voice, I'm in love with that sound
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
Don't stop until they're all dead
How should I know? Like I've ever set foot in this castle before
Cut me some slack
I wish sometimes I could just enjoy the simple things in life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
Three blunts on my chest and she laced 'em (Hahaha)
Four digit, one letter, 916 4L
Yeah, I'm a pagan
Philosopher, heir to the throne in the making (Yeah)
Bullets fly, let 'em sing, Clay Aiken
You're mistaken, only here for the one night
The escape plan, but I meet a girl like you and start changin'
Pain keep racin' through my veins, I don't say shit
New things feel like old things, on the same shit
Depends how you frame it (Hey)
LA hand in the cookie jar, faded (Ask me how you did)
(Say you don't wanna come clean, I won't make you)
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
They go to town, they know I gotta spread around town
When my feet touch the ground, I know you was gunned down
No mercy, diamonds on me, wet pussy
Like an X-ray, put 'em on a bit early
Do you think I'll found out if I'm worthy?
Like where was you when my pockets got hurtin'?
On the bleachers, standin' for you, conversion
Gotta update to a new version
They see me goin' up, then I'll let it calm down
Always stay ten toes when it comes to your ground
When I hear your voice, I'm in love with that sound
In the middle of a battle in my head, gotta face it
Three blunts strapped to my chest, I'ma—
Free, free, free like a mason
Get checks, break bread and we never stop
She don't need a facelift, gave one to my target
Greased in, strapped up, paintin' pictures on the carpet
Overtime system online, need a breakthrough
The Waymo never found a way through
Don't stop until they're all dead
