(+) Buss It
[Verse 1:]
grew up like a child star,
i aint know what the rules are,
six deep, squeezing in my moms car,
grand prix we’re crusing down crenshaw,
so cold, we were playboys with wild hearts,
world star at dive bars, lets go,
how high, we’re low lives, we know,
[Chorus:]
Think i might be going to hard,
they tell me that im taking it way too far,
aint trynna figure out
who’s right or who’s wrong,
you got me fucked up
who do you think you are,
i need to chill,
nah you chill,
all the homies in my face ike
chill fool chill
nah you chill,
don’t ever tell me to chill,
thats real,
[Verse 2:]
talk me outta all these stupid decisions,
don’t you let me take it out
on you you you
why don you pick your poison
i’ll pick mine too,
and we’ll both drink it down
in this LA zoo,
think im power trippin
feel like a politician,
like im on a mission,
towards self destruction
see no reprocussian,
everything lead to cussin,
just wanna see you buss it,
i just wanna see you love me yea,
but i don’t even trust myself,
never learn my lesson
[SKIT]
[Chorus:]
Think i might be going to hard,
they tell me that im taking it way too far,
aint trynna figure out
who’s right or who’s wrong,
you got me fucked up
who do you think you are,
i need to chill,
nah you chill,
all the homies in my face ike
chill fool chill
nah you chill,
don’t ever tell me to chill,
thats real,
chill fool chill
chill fool
chill fool chill