RAINBOW OF ADDICTIONS

Yea I’m surviving with a rainbow of addictions
Come alive like thriller cuz the passion hitting my call talking different
Got too many bitches, tryna narrow out and find my misses
cuz I stick around for more than just some kisses
Sorry I been distant
Prioritized myself don’t give a fuck on how they twist it
(You thought I was feeling you?)
Nah, y’all thought I was trippin?
I been shining making moves I’m barely talking
They mad the path I run on they incapable of walking
Frosted flake Zoloft, with trauma-watered runoff
Like I got love for everyone but some of y’all can fuck off
Some of y’all don’t know me, so let me be the first the introduce me
I’m the latest out the fire, protagonist in the movies
I’m in the young boy rasta, the hippie-skater unsponsored
We the kids without a platter the universe be our foster, yea
Gimme a call when you want babe
And we gonna make this life feel like a movie
Feeling free over feeling safe
Ain’t really no other way to put it baby
We poppin bottles and flying homies to cabo
Ain’t really no other way to put it babe
Gotta stand up, gotta getaway
Stand up, gotta getaway
Stand up, gotta getaway
Stand up, gotta getaway
We poppin bottles and flying homie to cabo
We poppin bottles and flying homie to cabo
We poppin bottles and flying homie to cabo
We poppin bottles
I know too many people that can fuck off & most of them owe apologies
Imma just excel & get em mad that's how it always be
Lotta cosmetics bunch of actors locked in movie screens
Roll up all the weed you want you’ll never be as dope as me
And please don’t too comfortable, fuck that "little bro" shit
Scared the kid will grow up see him flying through the motions
Need a double dose of adderall cause shit you need to focus
I kill shit, I rip throats open the way I do this, we’re different
These other guys? I’m not familiar
Cause I remember times they didn’t mind when I was hindered
I don’t recall a handout I don’t even eat for dinner
Boy I run off pure adrenaline while you hibernate for winter
Get the fuck up out my face
You's a born-bread walker this ain’t a race, I caught a stray
Cause when you sprinting you kickin dust in they face
Why y’all behind me talking mouths wide open these bitches salty
Imma pack of wolves, a cold war summer bro I'm an army
I'm the mad ill-mannered, don’t wait for waiters I’m starving
Young marauder, found some old ass gear and I turned a profit
Took a backseat, saw how they driving like y’all can’t teach me
I’m not your little brother you're scared to say that you need me
(Ain't really no other way to put it babe)
(Ain't really no other way to put it babe)