Lyrics Duck Duck Goose - The Thought feat. Infinity Chakras

After we're done recording this one
PJ, you down to go like, hit the weed shop or something?
Real quick? 'Cause I just like, I can't, I can't like survive without weed
Like, what the fuck is this? Not California, or something?
Hahaha!

It's like duck, duck, goose
Fate don't give a fuck, dude, you have to choose
Ain't you drank enough? Dude, it's up to you!
It's like duck, duck, goose
It's like duck, duck, goose (Quack)
You don't give a fuck, what you have to do
Wasting all your bucks on your trash ass booze
Like you love to lose

You ain't talking your way out the stank up on your breath
You got vodka on your mouth and a stain on your dress
Don't know how you walking out like you still looking your best
You just drama on the prowl, playing hooky to rest
You ain't a rookie, I guess? You just a cookie to mice?
Giving up the nookie, 'cause they came up and spoke to you twice
You love the white on your rice, long as typing is nice
Don't mind that you became the stereotype of winos tonight
You like the dinos that bite! That play that vinyl and write
Romantic poetry they never share while holding a mic
They got the gold that you like, but they too old to ignite
The spark you keeping colder than a Polar Bear on ice
You like 'em praying for your pussy while they paying for your drinks
'Til they elevate to pushy and you "need some time to think"
Spend your weekends in the clink, 'cause you got pulled over
You too friendly with the brink without a four-leaf clover

It's like duck, duck, goose
Fate don't give a fuck, dude, you have to choose
Ain't you drank enough? Dude, it's up to you!
It's like duck, duck, goose
It's like duck, duck, goose (Quack)
You don't give a fuck, what you have to do
Wasting all your bucks on your trash ass booze
Like you love to lose

It's a problem making choices
Why the fuck are homies giving all their voices, it's pointless
Like a gasp, when your brother has a grasp
On a bottle, every waking second, know that
Time is borrowed, the sorrow of all that fall victim
Now all the calls missing, so many fam tripping
On a call of Jack's piss, and it's called
And it's called, and it's called an -ism by most
And it's like religion that goes to every nation then grows
Why we feeling like we need a drink? Why? Yeah, ay
Why we feeling like we need to thieve? Why? Oh, yeah
No more fiending for a potion, no more feeling like you broken
Get with the times yeah, and motions, yeah, yeah
No more fiending for a potion, no more feeling like you broken
Get with the times yeah, and motions, yeah, yeah, yeah
No more fiending for a potion, no more feeling like you broken
Get with the times yeah, and motions, yeah, yeah
No more fiending for a potion, no more feeling like you broken
Get with the times yeah, and motions, yeah