Текст песни Rotten - Deluxe Version - ODtheOddity

Yo, my brains rotted, I cannot tell which parts are, shit
I probably lost those a long time ago to be honest
I do speak nonsense like the Goonies sloth thing
(Wait)
Bring it back, bring it back
My brains rotted, I cannot tell which parts are
I'm tryna live as if I'm a big rockstar
Do drugs all day just to feel proper
Pass out, wake up still buzzed from the vodka
Damn, that's a real party lifestyle
I been through it, lived through it
Might convert back right now
Like everyday, two lines, soon as I wake up, it's molly
Look at my eyes, you can tell that I blaze up the chronic
Yea, everybody knows my process
Everybody knows I'm rotten
Everybody knows I don't give a fuck
And that's exactly how I want it
Yea, I don't give a fuck
I'm finished living rough
I used to hang with the roaches
Now I'm with fancy fiends ripping bumps
Under bad influence, naw, that's a bit too much
It's more like being beside good company
When I'm sniffing drugs
Or when I'm drinking lots, I'm not thinking shots
I'm thinking bumps, brews and a weekend thot
Aw, shit, I been down that road before
Once or twice so I ain't tryna to make it to four
But I guess three's all right, I'm tryna find me a dime piece so tight
So fine, a one of a kind mystic beauty with glowing eyes
Or I don't know, I mean some shit like that
I need some chick like that
But enough of that, let's get back to these rotten raps
I'll leave a pussy carcass smashed
I'm so nasty, I swear this is not an act
I done been this twisted since a toddler that
Could barely talk, I've always been fairly odd
I'm rare with the wording, I scare like a turbin
In two thousand thirteen, is that too far, naw, it's perfect
I'm certain my worst could be a lot worser
That would be a first though
Cause I've been elite since my first verse, flow
Unfuckwitable, murderous and always on point
After I burn me a joint, I'm surely to enjoy
Everything, you heard it from me first on nettor
I'm backwards, war, do I have to explain how that works
Naw, I don't think so, these are my thoughts on the d-low
Forever feeling this beat, yo
Entering beast mode and feathering weed smoke
To center my ego before I lose myself on this detour
I had to switch routes just to eat more
Be more than I was last year, oh
That is so cliche, I just wanna be great
Make a million dollars and escape
And I ain't tryna be rotten
But when people talk, I ain't talking
Most likely cause don't know 'em
If I did, I would start the convo
Or maybe not, I blaze weed lots
Take E, pop it back with a JD shot
(JD shot)
Then wonder why drugs are illegal
And about who made these laws
Do another line, let my brain freeze, stop
Completely, for a minute, I'm spacey
Hold up, let me finish and fix my pasties