Released on July 31, 2018

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[Verse 1: Chester Watson]

Yeah, lately there a lot of things going on in my life

That keep my head from meeting the pillow on lonely nights

Only tempted to slit my wrists if I'm near a golden knife

And I got so high that I forgot my fear of open nights

Now I'm on a cliff, barrel full of beer, couple sprites, cup of OJ

Got these chicks kissing like they was nice, doubt it

Now we're buying the city, I'd rather buy a mountain

Buy some TNT, blow that shit up and build a cave

I'm in tune with my youth like I found the fountain

And I barely tie my shoes so fuck what you say

And my whole damn crew some type of monsters

Whenever we together, Japanese parade

Jun-Ji and Moon-Ji got me like I copped the sponsor

Told my girl I really talk to groupies at the concerts

Told them they can go show they boobies to my entourage

And their energy is getting to me make my mind up


[Hook: Chester Watson]

Every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down

Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down

I said that every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down

Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down


[Verse 2: Kent Loon]

I can show you how to make a couple with just one

3-0-5 I'm chilling high up 8th floor like a don

I can never trust you like I never trust your drugs

She like how I taste, and I like how she work her tongue

Roll it up, stack it up, all these blues, I'm in love

Pull it up, switching lanes, high as fuck boy I might go buy a plane

Took you to the water but I can not make you drink it

I got money murder music that gon' pay me off a 'Cedes

Every time I be inside her she hit notes like she a singer

I can never be a groupie give a fuck about the fame

I remember all the times you told me I would never be shit

I was ridin', busin' plays and if you need it I got eight

Pussy boy filled with hate, blowing smoke all in they face

Fuck around going super Sayian I might get married at the bank

Young boss getting what he earned, if you kill me my reapers purgin'

Thirty-five bitches on my line bout to cut my phone service

I done come up off of none, looked back and I lost it all

Fuck it up, fuck a double up, triple up, and just go dumb