SINK FREESTYLE Lyrics

Now gotta get up, smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed

It get red up in my eyes, and I think that's the mystique

Don't concern me don't know why, I could do this shit all week

I got three tattoos of five, and them bitches all in sync

Cut my bread up in the fire, hoe I'm tryna make a pizza

Talking to me while I'm writing, bitch I'm tryna pay our lease off

An they thinking they inspire, but I never send the feature

Keep ya distance an admire, I'm tryna spy on this creature

That's the thing of it bruh

They only seeing me as winning when they simply ain't won

I go on record tell 'em I could be the infinite one

Go sell some records you ain't fucking, you the impotent one

They don't respect him, put they neck under my boot with the gum

Where the fruit really hung, where the root of it grow

Where the goop, where the slope

Imma slip off that hoe

Lose a tooth, lose a foot

You a gecko, regrow

I'm a mutant overlooked, but my dead stocks are raw

Bones weak, overcooked, take your tech off an fall

You a freak, humans gross, they think everything theirs

Hear a shriek, you a ghost, I might never leave your stare

Now gotta get up, smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed

It get red up in my eyes, and I think that's the mystique

Come around the city, give a fuck where I land

I'm cut up like my lungs get my bucks in advance

Back when I used to smoke out of a cup or a can

Back when I had it hidden from the cops and the fam

Now gotta get up, smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed

It get red up in my eyes, and I think that's the mystique

Don't concern me don't know why, I could do this shit all week

I got three tattoos of five, an them bitches all in

Sink, sink, sink, sink

Sink, sink, sink, sink

Sink, sink, sink, sink

What the fuck

I got three tattoos of five an them bitches all in sync

I got three tattoos of five an them bitches all in sync