Mmm…Young Quick

I feel like a zombie without they say I’m tripping it’s probably the molly it’s prolly the molly yeaaa

Yeaaa Young Quick

I feel like a Zombie without a body they say I’m tripping it’s probably the molly don’t know how to trust I don’t go to parties I took a sip mama I’m sorry

I can’t let it stop me can’t let it rock me gotta keep going cuz they wanna lock me he think he tough cuz he gotta me a body

Mama I’m sorry

I’m not your average type I do not live a average life

I just think I’m traumatized save me from my zombie life

And will this pain in my soul ever go away no it don’t go away

I feel like a Zombie without a body they say I’m tripping like I’m of the molly don’t know how to trust I don’t go to parties I took a sip mama I’m sorry

Now I’m on a roll switching the remember the day when a Nigga was broke remember the day when I slept on the floor remember the nights hearing cops at the door remember the day when I stole from the store

Remember all the things I’ve done

And I just pray

That it all

Will go (whoa whoa)

I feel like a Zombie without a body they say I’m tripping like I’m of the molly don’t know how to trust I don’t go to parties I took a sip mama I’m sorry

I feel like a Zombie without a body they say I’m tripping like I’m of the molly don’t know how to trust I don’t go to parties I took a sip mama I’m sorry

Mama I’m sorry