Clouds as Witnesses

Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin

Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfucking static

Toe tagging

Bitch I'm bagging up the dope

No ratting to the po'

Acting like you shy

Read the latin quote across my fucking throat

Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials and

I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home"

Gave her the number to my phone

Told her, "Dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me"

And hopefully she'll give me a call

When she is home and free and lonely

Phone rang twice but I missed both calls

I was hanging in the hall toll free

(Hello)

Got a pocket full-a stones

Watching Game of Thrones

Bitches on the phone

Tell 'em me she home alone

Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die

Days roll by

I just wanna get high

Never ever sober, need drugs for my composure

Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa

Six feet deep

Three gold teeth

Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy

Days of our lives

Watch 'em roll by

Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes

Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes

Finger fucking bitches listening to No Limit

West bank soldier, straight up out the NOLA

When it comes to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder