"WE IN HERE FAILING" lyrics
Alright, alright, we'll get together now and do a special tune for you
This thing is called...
12 o'clock on the dot, catch a tan on the block
Had yo body in a bag when my boat left the dock
Go to town with a mop, scrub me down to my socks
Fun and games with a Glock, play around 'til it pops
Hoe don't rummage through my bag, let me catch my breath
I was runnin' pretty fast, done making connections 'cause they never really last
Stand amongst the ruin, wave my motherfuckin' flag
Hold on to yo hat, 'bout to be a bumpy ride
Camo hoodie up, couldn't see me if you tried
Put that chocha on me, that's a weapon in disguise
You know I'm sound asleep when I'm surrounded by some flies
Never wife the girl who says that she feels like one of the guys
You so unaware, I had to pull you to the side
Fucked my brain at seventeen, who let me get that high
Chip up on my shoulder, got no room for you to cry
Who influenced you to die? (Who?)
Fools, they thought I was alright
They couldn't see that I was dyin' inside
We so back and I'm here to stay, I promise
Get a good look at this face like hello, my name is Thomas
No one's paying y'all to hate and I don't even read my comments
Drop 'em, watch 'em roll around like you servin' me at Sonic
Someone spiked my gin and tonic, hoe my garden's aquaponic
Watch me go out like I'm Kurt, where they birthed the SuperSonics
I got maggots in my trash, if I showed you, you would vomit
What I'm thinkin's too demonic, poke a barrel through ya bonnet
If you got it, you should flaunt it, Britney Spears, I'm too iconic
Omni-Man, I got my reasons, just keep flippin' through the comic
Drop it on me, I ain't ready, shit, her bomb is too atomic
I reach up and grab a comet, bitch, my state is catatonic
12 o'clock on the dot, catch a tan on the block
Had yo body in a bag when my boat left the dock
Go to town with a mop, scrub me down to my socks
Fun and games with a Glock, play around 'til it pops
Fools, they thought I was alright
They couldn't see that I was dyin' inside
This thing is called...
12 o'clock on the dot, catch a tan on the block
Had yo body in a bag when my boat left the dock
Go to town with a mop, scrub me down to my socks
Fun and games with a Glock, play around 'til it pops
Hoe don't rummage through my bag, let me catch my breath
I was runnin' pretty fast, done making connections 'cause they never really last
Stand amongst the ruin, wave my motherfuckin' flag
Hold on to yo hat, 'bout to be a bumpy ride
Camo hoodie up, couldn't see me if you tried
Put that chocha on me, that's a weapon in disguise
You know I'm sound asleep when I'm surrounded by some flies
Never wife the girl who says that she feels like one of the guys
You so unaware, I had to pull you to the side
Fucked my brain at seventeen, who let me get that high
Chip up on my shoulder, got no room for you to cry
Who influenced you to die? (Who?)
Fools, they thought I was alright
They couldn't see that I was dyin' inside
We so back and I'm here to stay, I promise
Get a good look at this face like hello, my name is Thomas
No one's paying y'all to hate and I don't even read my comments
Drop 'em, watch 'em roll around like you servin' me at Sonic
Someone spiked my gin and tonic, hoe my garden's aquaponic
Watch me go out like I'm Kurt, where they birthed the SuperSonics
I got maggots in my trash, if I showed you, you would vomit
What I'm thinkin's too demonic, poke a barrel through ya bonnet
If you got it, you should flaunt it, Britney Spears, I'm too iconic
Omni-Man, I got my reasons, just keep flippin' through the comic
Drop it on me, I ain't ready, shit, her bomb is too atomic
I reach up and grab a comet, bitch, my state is catatonic
12 o'clock on the dot, catch a tan on the block
Had yo body in a bag when my boat left the dock
Go to town with a mop, scrub me down to my socks
Fun and games with a Glock, play around 'til it pops
Fools, they thought I was alright
They couldn't see that I was dyin' inside
