Текст песни Manic - CraZ BraZ

We ain't friends, homie
Leaving loose ends and taking chances
Begging for advances
You been looking for a dance, lil' homie
Goddamn lean got me looking like Pisa
I'm a piece of work, bitch

I just took three more, three more (Percocet)

And I'm soaring
I'm somewhere between here and nowhere
I been glowing, verses pouring
On my own island like a Samoan
Tracks so raw, I put on a Trojan
Not built in a day, now I'm feeling so Roman
About to trojan horse this bl
Fuck a Hollywood clique
If you test a kid, you gonna get results
That's a nine plus ten, get a nineteen to the skull
Think you full of bull

And I'm going through some shit
And I'm feeling sick
Pals 'til it get to the pen

Yeah, I'm soaring
My alibi is Lauren
'Cause she only out here touring
Think she chill, she fuck with Warren
Call that D-O double-G
Pussy cost a fee, ooh
Please don't fuck on me
This dick cost a fee

Going manic, feeling magic
Cinematic