fruit - 93feetofsmoke

I’m off a pack

I’m off a pack

Yeah, ay, yeah

Ayy

I’m off a pack in the back, tryna calm down

Only flax, only spin round the block now

Lag from jet in my bed, made a hideout

Ghillie suit, «Imma sue» headass, tap out

I’m a psychic if you shoot, I’m a nuisance to the loot

Death dot under my booth, won’t find me

Burning books in the streets

There’s no pages, no ink

I pray to god through a screen

Yeah

Because my nerves might make me throw up

Where’s the faucet?

Need some water on my temple

3 stripes, you can run it like its simple

Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

Yeah

Because my nerves might make me throw up

Where’s the faucet?

Need some water on my temple

3 stripes, you can run it like its simple

Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

Taught the fruit how to eat itself

I’d do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf

And this a long damn flight to be by myself

It’s not my damn business when they drag you to hell

Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well

And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail

No, ya words ain’t slick, jib ain’t cut for retail

Please don’t come 'round here with a story to sell

Because my nerves might make me throw up

Where’s the faucet?

Need some water on my temple

3 stripes, you can run it like its simple

Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

Yeah, because my nerves might make me throw up

Where’s the faucet?

Need some water on my temple

3 stripes, you can run it like its simple

Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental

Taught the fruit how to eat itself

I’d do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf

And this a long damn flight to be by myself

It’s not my damn business when they drag you to hell

Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well

And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail

No, ya words ain’t slick, jib ain’t cut for retail

Please don’t come around here with a story to sell

Yeah