stuck in the ville

im greedy for the game like rick james was with caine

my brain strange ima make it rain a-1 lyrics no restraint

back from my last album trash can fulla drugs in a haze

I practice detachment and stay meditated levitate

I dont go dry like sahara just took a vacation wait

nasa telescope nigga big vision

nasty petty hoes those tricks iont miss them

obama on the block promising change

yall could say I'm on a mission

im talking several hitmen teenager whippin

percocet flippin bird talkin big chicken

feel like a lick a bunch of walking licks ima hit me one

I was don a minimum

now i hit them with subliminals

run it run it like my brother i'll clean the system hoe

now im big finessin though didnt think shit through

 

 

the lonely nights

cant warm my life

stuck in the ville

nothing to do

good place to sit

and talk my shit

 

catching stains from a store like the best things in life are free

iont give a fuck what i think could give a fuck what you think bout me

i sit on a cloud and ponder what is concrete

I release it on the cloud if the tracks complete

if yall could see how I see yall would turn around

I.D. a nigga like me v.i.p. did a tab and

my life changed i was buggin out whole week

cant get a good nights sleep trip the K-I-D

I manifest my dreams in reality

I thought I had it figured out think crucially

karma that bitch disapproved of me

if you aint in improving you regress and cease

job asap cant stay stagnant i gotta eat

the whole beat and let it rest in peace

here the list that be its pierce and me

 

the lonely nights

cant warm my life

my eyes are bright

stuck in the ville

nothing to do

good place to sit

and talk shit