Inebriated.m4a - Travis Thompson

It’s all good

Yah

When I was his age I was doing a whole lot of heavy fucking drinking

I got some drugs in my hoodie

I got a pulse I need pussy (true)

Need all to know that I’m coming

Not here to play like no rookie

Not here to be overshadowed by rappers

Who can’t wear they chains in the shower

She asked me what’s up, I’ma Casper the funk

To the bathroom get suck, I’ma just be an hour

We from a part of the town, that nobody expected to get it

Well shit

I’m who they talking about

The topic is who really doing it big

Hoes who was pinching my cheeks

Be the pick of the week

And we still be good off it (still)

Ain’t no more with the mystique

If you with it then speak, I’m retracting my offer

Haram presence with the ash on 'em

Give it to the pass on 'em

Pitchin fan 'vestments to a cash donor

Bet on me, run it up let’s get bags on 'em

Baby I’m not for any, you be 'round too many

Yes men that dap it just sounds of the pity

Loungin' for clout like you down to be Diddy

A legend, I’m finna go down in my city

Yuh

I’m tryna stack til I can’t (yuh)

None of us flash in the pan

I don’t take advice cuz this parts of Hawaii

That I know the like the back of my hand (that's facts)

It’s hand over your business and fuck everybody

If you try to ask for my stance

My raps misunderstood

I’ll be out with the goods

While you wondering how did this happen again

Bitch I don’t miss, I’m talking my shit

I had a gut feeling, y’all make me sick

This just another song y’all just won’t get

This just another song y’all just won’t hear

Bitch, I am your kid

Bitch, I am your brother

I disregard others I’m stacking my chips

Another lost cause, coming out from abyss

Bitch I don’t, huh

Bitch I don’t, huh

Live from abyss

Yah

Yah, yah bitch

Said go head and dive in

See what the devil love ya

Hoes head, dead flesh

Lettuce, cheddar, foccacia

Someone to be the boss of

Reunite with a lost one

All expense trips for every town you been the talk of

We was twelve tryna marry bitches from pop ups

Peace of fist from the martian

Stealing tears from a walk up

Kids at the park would mock us

We ain’t ever been cool

Now I’m here for my bully’s money and his letterman too

Oh it’s a riot outside?

Let it ensue

Let the world burn with my credit

And rent if it’s due

I told the money I do

And let my friends fuck up on it

You going to be Norton or Ruffalo

Bitch go 'head pick a monster

I’m coming live from abyss

Better act like you know

And if you don’t by the end

Hope your departure is slow

And I may cease to live in peace

Forgive me lordy, had me twisted

In my blood to wreak this havoc

And Ambaum just assisting

I’m the 120 weighting

Little who that with the board

Hold the bottle like it’s voodoo

And my foes coming up short

Break 'em outside I’m on tour

I’m losing marbles and keycards

Used to be the world broke me

And I go home for the recharge

Now I bring the world with me

Tryna be there for people

But I’m too numb to relate

I’m a young drunk — who called?

Hearing enough to build a career

Who introduced a little marriage

In presents and disappear

But now I’m coming like I never did

Represent the underbelly youngins from the nitty-grit

Had the Motorola Razr asking for some titty pics

Now I get the city lit

Such a pretty bitch

Watching Jack Nick flicks in a two flat

Plaque on the wall got it off of boom bap

And I’m too smacked

And your crew wack

This shit weak — let me stop