Thoughts Out Loud

Baby I don't got to do this no more

I'm done with talking, you exhausting, kick you out of the door

I slam that shit, now I'm alone with my thoughts

I take my time to fucking process the plot or maybe progress

I only think about when I smoke next

I sin with evil women, lending sweaters like a fucking coat check

I pass the time with temporary fixtures

I need a pitcher, pinching up the swish and wishing that some karma could've fucking hit you

I'm glad you out the picture bitch cuz you a has been

I got plenty fish, I'm not going to settle for some plastic

Prefer the paper, cuz my mental is erratic

I'm scared to pop out like I'm Annie in the attic