Lyrics Bliss - Jco

I've been caught up - caught up - caught up
Caught up in my mind, what a bitch
Gotta gotta keep on time to survive in this shit
I'm alive, ka-ka-karma on my line like a fish
And friends all asking why I been blank
I told 'em this

I just - I just wanna rhyme
She just - she just wanna fuck
I only want dimes
But she still ain't giving up
Tryna - tryna clear my mind
It's a given but it sucks
Like I'm sure the past is written
But the future's up to us
Trust
Bitch, I'm in the driver's seat
And you ain't on the bus
She just wanna cuddle with me
I just wanna bust
You always causing trouble, homie
You ain't one of us
Parents - parents in a bundle
Asking why I gotta cuss
What the fuck
Man I gave it to the people
I watch em all around me
I'll make another sequel to the project
Y'all forgot about me?
Now I'm out in Colorado, all across the Rocky Mountains
Doing shows with homies
Now I'm in a room
They all surround me
Telling me I'm doing great
Got hella people full of hate
I've been running with the crew for days
Watch the crowd accumulate
And whoever's in my way
I never do affiliate
They can all get out
I ain't coming down
I've been high so long
It's like I sleep with clouds
Imma keep it loud
This is the shit that you dream about
It's a bitch to achieve, see me risk defeat
Till I'm six feet deep in the ground and I've been

Caught up in my mind, what a bitch
Gotta gotta keep on time to survive in this shit
I'm alive, ka-ka-karma on my line like a fish
And friends all asking why I been blank
I told 'em this
It's just bliss

I just really want
My face on a billion
Dollar bill, David Copperfield
Couldn't trick the magic
That I'm really on
I'm not green like the Kermit was
But I got tree like chameleons
Out in Palm Beach, on the wrong street
I'm a zombie in a rental car
Imma go until I'm dead
Got a bullet in the head
They ain't really want it but they really bluffing
Lookin' silly, puffin' all your bread
Bought it, gotta run it back
Brought the profit by the bag
Hustle often, drop it
Got em all in coffins
Bitch, I'm a beast
I don't gotta pretend
I wanna fuck it up
Imma come with the
Crew that's full of dudes
You all know and love
Animal at large, I'mma run amuck
Chopping faster than a culinary judge
You pretending to suffer
I spread love like butter
And cut up a bit of a bomb when I'm up
And I started in the gutter
Came up out the cut and
Cuttin' fuckers open
I ain't one to stutter
You ain't even know, it's only beginning
And watch as the kid JCO begins winning
You lit and you getting the paper like men
In a suit with a pen
But you do not contend me
So do not pretend to be
Full of some ministry
Or someone who isn't but gets in the business
Of people consistent with dropping the imagery
Whoo