Eyelids - Travis Thompson

What-whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open

Life a bitch, you keep asking why I’m making fun of us

Cold world, baby, cuddle up

Whole world finna fuck with us

I’ve been running much, I’m in the bucket drunk

Like, I know you heard I’m on the cusp or summin'

Yeah, they got a thang young as us, baby

Hold your breath when the tunnel come

Well, not yet, I

Can’t remember shit, tell the truth so won’t have to

Hands ain’t meant for shit but breaking grams

All the shaking hands been a hassle

Willy-nilly with the trust

Now, I never put it past you

Silly children from the bus

Come and take it, never ask you

Al-aloe Vera with a ounce of Mary

Agitating all my adversaries

Ooh, now she want it

Ooh, now she married

I remember heard amounts is varied

Whenever I’m on, burnt the bounty, baby

Perpetually gone, those around me crazy

If I step in that bitch, you can count on payment

Take what’s left of your slits right around my gang

And they gon' ask me, like Travy

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that system broken

You can’t buy that shit

I’m on 10 and all my friends is roped-in

Pockets still got lint, but figure’s six

So, you can keep the quote

Ain’t got no fucks to give, but I feel bad

So, I could keep you posted

Cursed with the focus, slurred off the podium

My girl with the three on the turns and it’s your bitch

And word on the street, I’m inherently doper than y’all

Hey, I ain’t making these calls

Know we’re stiff from the block

Just some kids from the block that nobody would rep

So, I stepped to the job

And, priority uno, get bread with my dogs

And I still ain’t have time to drive down the next part

That’s it

Taking a route home on my own two for the trip, uh

I had a South Pole and a Old School for the drip, uh

Said she need more breads, but the car dead, don’t forget

I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget, no

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open

Whatchu 'bout to get?

Where’s the whip?

Oh, that shit got stolen

Send me on the trip

Mom want cigs and some Pepsi cola

Leave without no kids, should be pissed

'Cause the world much colder when I was a kid

My eyelids is slowly starting to open