Songtexte SINK FREESTYLE - Headass U

Now gotta get up
Smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed
It get red up in my eyes
And I think that's the mystique
Don't concern me don't know why
I could do this shit all week
I got three tattoos of five
And them bitches all in sync
Cut my bread up in the fire
Hoe I'm tryna make a pizza
Talking to me while I'm writing
Bitch I'm tryna pay our lease off
And they thinking they inspire
But I never send the feature
Keep ya distance an admire
I'm tryna spy on this creature

That's the thing of it bruh
They only seeing me as winning
When they simply ain't won
I go on record tell 'em
I could be the infinite one
Go sell some records you ain't fucking,
You the impotent one
They don't respect him,
Put they neck under my boot with the gum
Where the fruit really hung
Where the root of it grow
Where the goop
Where the slope
Imma slip off that hoe
Lose a tooth, lose a foot
You a gecko, regrow
I'm a mutant overlooked
But my deadstocks are raw
Bones weak, overcooked
Take your tech off an fall
You a freak, humans gross
They think everything theirs
Hear a shriek, you a ghost
I might never leave your stare

Now gotta get up
Smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed
It get red up in my eyes
And I think that's the mystique

Come around the city
Give a fuck where I land
I'm cut up like my lungs
Get my bucks in advance
Back when I used to smoke out of a cup or a can
Back when I had it hidden from the cops and the fam

Now gotta get up
Smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed
It get red up in my eyes
And I think that's the mystique

Don't concern me don't know why
I could do this shit all week
I got 3 tattoos of five
An them bitches all in
Sink, sink, sink, sink
Sink, sink, sink, sink
Sink, sink, sink, sink
What the fuck
I got 3 tattoos of five
An them bitches all in synch