Clouds As Witnesses

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

Look into my eyes, and all you see is motherfucking static

Toe tagging, bitch

I'm bagging up the dope, no ratting to the po'

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

Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes 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 hanging in the hall, toll-free






Hello?






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

Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone (Lone)

Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'till I die (Die)

Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High)

Never-ever sober, need drugs for my composure

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

Six feet deep (Deep)

Three gold teeth (Teeth)

Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy (-dy)

Days of our lives (Lives)

Watch 'em roll by (By)

Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes)

Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes (Dishes)

Finger fuckin' bitches listening to No Limit (Limit)

West Bank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA

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