[Chorus]

I gotta go to the liquor store

You want anything? Just hit my phone

Get a lil dus’ to get in my zone

“You smell great”, That's my cologne, aye

[Verse 1]

Pardon my shit, I gotta joke just to not submit

To the evil thoughts inside of my head

Watching carefully where I tread

Man it’s like all of the shit that I read

That I’m a psycho, I guess

Experience has been a process

But I been here for it, making progress

Studying Mobb Deep, Nas and Hi-Tek

Won't waste my time, ask for a rain check

Three weeks in advance

I got way more important plans

Love so toxic, got me in a trance

She wanna lock me in her hands

And if she gon' trap me, I'll be damned

Now she running back to me, I can't

Trust me, everything going as planned

I been drifting a bit off topic

Random bitch pulling on my pants like a Bop-it

Lifted her hand, I said “Stop it"

Seen my ex bitch in a pic I cropped it

Now I'm smokin', gettin' high as a comet

Ponytail too tight, where's my bonnet?

Me and my dog, Wallace and Gromit

We spring chickens wit mad mileage

What was I doing? Oh shit!

[Chorus]

I gotta go to the liquor store

You want anything? Just hit my phone

Get a lil dus’ to get in my zone

“You look great”, that's my Dior

[Verse 2]

The worst shit never get left alone so I

Let my pain out in the studio and I

Paint a picture, so vividly

Call me 'V Van Gogh' wit the ability

Yelling to the Sky like I’m Sidibe

Putting so much work in, busy bee

Your raps' all hyperboles

While mine over time is flourishing

No, I know that I ain’t tripping

But, one day the vibe was missing

I knew that the time was ticking

Lean back and relax, I'm sipping

On Dusse, that's all I'm pissing

Now in these bitches, I'm swimming

Smoke in my eye, this shit stinging

This song only the beginning, aye

I was unsure but I had to have faith and

With the right mindset, you can get cake

Remember, everybody prone to mistakes

But if you work hard, don't protect no snake

It'll all pay off, the scales gon' break

Big ass dinner with a T-Bone steak

And a bad lil biddy that'll make her ass shake

On top of the eighth of the za I’m baked

And when I got money, should I get me a wraith?

Or maybe a pound I can smoke to the face

Sike nah, I'm finna put my moms in a place

Invest my money, this shit ain't no race

And when I get found in the game Imma run to the ice

Like Bucyk, putting on skates

My offense unmatched, you can't defend the slapshot without

A punch in the face

I feel like an astronaut, 3, 2, 1, blasting off

My flow so cold like I'm floating in space

My memory shitty doe, with or without the dope

When I forget bars, step back and retrace

I'll take the game by storm, man I swear I'll cause harm

Till I make two hunnid K like Ace

That last bitch wit me was a disgrace

And she stayed lying to my face everyday

And I'm so fucked up, I can't stay here

I gotta go home, I gotta pray

But first-

[Chorus]

I gotta go to the liquor store

You want anything? Just hit my phone

Get a lil dus’ to get in my zone

It's getting late, man let's go home

[Outro]

Yea she leaded me on but she came so strong

I was onto her ass, I been cutting my arm

I been fighting myself, I ain't did no wrong

So why?

I ain't deserve this, you wasn't worth it

Tried to empower you but it was worthless

Now I'm just fighting my demons in circles

Can't let this bottle bring me to a hurdle, oh no