Zonin'

Everywhere I go people ask me where I get my shit

My only response is taking another hit

And when I spit, bars come from me.

Born and raised West Coast, now my back's to the sea.

You know when I'm trippin on those fuck-in xannies,

I ask myself how I got these pink lace panties.

Lyrics are just another way for me to open up my mind

But it's still not good enough since my voice carries behind.

In my room with no lights, just pacing

Throw back some caps, that gets my heart racing.

 

Because I...I don't know...

Where I'll go

I'm just zonin...yeah

Zonin...

Drunk and phonin...man

 

Another morning waking up ready to say sorry

Then I see the moon and it's time drink some bacardi

An endless cycle unending

And the whole time while, my nerves are just bending

Okay, how many times do I make mistakes

Um, let's see, one, two, three, too many takes

I guess at least I don't rap about that gay as swag

Well, there was that one time I drank some yag

 

Because I...I don't know...

Where I'll go

I'm just zonin...yeah

Zonin...

Drunk and phonin...man

 

But shit, I'll never quit this style of my life

Because in the end I'm always walking off with strife...I guess

I'll live forever young and free

Because that's the way we were all meant to be

Such a large statement from such a small mind

But imagine the power of us all combined

Listen to all the motivation that I bring

If I took a selfie you'd see me n The King