Songtexte I Think I'm Fried - Slater

Yeah I'm going for the top man I can't stop
The way I'm in and out of time like a wristwatch
I be in and out of styles but I make it pop
I can never stop now do it to I drop
I do it to I drop
If they ever try and press they like oh he's hot
Cause you are not strapped under the gun
You feel it until it pops
Yeah it's a do or die
Who's under the gun, it's a suicide
It's a do or die
What's under the gun, it's a suicide

I can never steal a flow that's pathetic
From my head down to my toes that's my aesthetic
Like a thief in the night with a prosthetic
No matter what I say it sounds prophetic
I'm in the club off of dub
I just made a few racks
Now it's got me feeling up to something
I feel it in my chest
I'm thinking that I'm fried
I'm so fucking gone

Yeah I'm going for the top man I can't stop
The way I'm in and out of time like a wristwatch
I be in and out of styles but I make it pop
I can never stop now do it to I drop
I do it to I drop
If they ever try and press they like oh he's hot
Cause you are not strapped under the gun
You feel it until it pops

Flight triple seven that's my intro
Grossed me five figures, what it is though
They love to talk down on the pueblo
I've seen you in the club you claim LA ho
But you are not from there
You better learn to rep your city
You are not from there, I guess I'll make this clear
Give it ten years you'll be right back here

Yeah I'm going for the top man I can't stop
The way I'm in and out of time like a wristwatch
I be in and out of styles but I make it pop
I can never stop now do it to I drop