Oop

'02 couldn’t handle the abandonment
I found new blood in the streets that I ran them with
Panhandle with bands, so quick so jam about plans
I had this spark before the candle lit
Drinking til dawn, still giving it all
Two in the John, but no piss in the stall
Hide behind bars, no prison involved
Cheap drinks til we fall
Cheap drinks til we fall
Uh, always assume I survived like Gus Fring
Cause my crew give me feathers and we must wing
We’re eating out the pot causefuck dishes, right?
Don’t go making bad decisions like
Talking bout my click, I see notifications
Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation
You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
Whole fucking crew in the building
Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)
Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)
Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)
Who gone
Originally unaccepted by the unaccepteds
My boy cheeze put in the word
I was just depressed, I needed real friendship
That’s when I met my older brother who was the head of the rest
And ever-ever since we’ve been risking arrests together and started that test
together
So glad we’re talking again-gain
Felt like I died inside, got more chapters to write in time this is infernal
diatribe
Anyway, got two rules for succeeding
Number one is never reveal the proceeding
Tricks back up my sleeve and pet peeves off the leash
And been barking so loud I can’t get enough sleep
Talking bout my click, I see notifications
Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation
You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
Whole fucking crew in the building
Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)
Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)
Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)
Who gone
Even then, I’m missing like the leaves when I loved me last
Hungry man for my scummy ass, dinner table disabled
Ableton just crashed again
And I lost my session and my last defense
Masochist with a swollen heart, suffering bars from prison:
Mass-mass-mass arrest, rancid gets as rancid gets
I haven’t, but all my cash is spent
Ugly fucking mirrors in the hallway
Here’s a tip (Get her off with the foreplay)
Life’s a peach ain’t it, I’m least patient
Jesus waited three days but I’m Jason
Red line, no peak., my head finds no sleep
Bed shy for a week, dead on site, please don’t speak to the help
Guessing Imma drink it off
So pass me what you sppin' on
Guessing Imma drink it off
So pass me what you sppin' on
Talking bout my click, I see notifications
Walk like you the ish, I see no defecation
You go «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
We’re gonna «Oop, oh, uh, oh» (Oh, uh)
Whole fucking crew in the building
Shout to the few who gone missing (Shout out)
Whole fucking crew in the building (Whole crew, shout out)
Shout to the few who gone (Gone now)
Who gone