Clouds as Witnesses

Starin' at the water, lookin' like a bunch of satin

Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfuckin' static

Toe taggin', bitch, I'm baggin' up the dope, no, rattin' to the po'

Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin' quote across my fuckin' throat

Hoes go oh, no, heard this motherfucker like to give burials

And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home

Gave her the number to my phone

Told her dial up 666 if she need to get a hold of me

And hopefully, she'll give me a call

When she is home and free and lonely

Phone rang twice but I missed both calls

I was hangin' in the hall, toll free

Got a pocket full of stones, watchin' Game of Thrones

Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone

Motherfuck a future, countin' down till I die

Days roll by, I just wanna get high

Never ever sober, need drugs for my composure

Lookin' like I'm dyin', layin' back on the sofa

Six feet deep, three gold teeth

Zero fuckin' hopes for this young tragedy

Days of our lives, watch 'em roll by

Whole fuckin' family got bloodshot eyes

Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes

Finger fuckin' bitches listenin' to No Limit

West Bank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA

When it come to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder