01-11

Maxo

[Chorus]
Sitting in the back of my shed, yeah
Cut my lungs, I don't need no breath, yeah
Big fifth-teen, that’s cool I guess
Another year I can bless
She wonder why I hit my chest
Devilish tourettes get to my head
Snap a photo for evidence
I need to know I got some sense

[Verse]
Oh?
11, that's the birth-date
Another useless day, a day that decided my fate
January, cold boys
Imagination coming from the toys
Brought into the world, no choice
Using my voice to rejoice
To the numbers of people that listen to my noise
It excites me
Shea butter for my acne
Never wear the baggy, always keep a belt, bee
Drawing on my shoes, man, I think I'm too artsy
Ring on my hand that spins for the dividend that I may not get until the very end, yeah
Transitions, to get the difference
For instance, put a little money on your sentence
’Cause you wanted vengeance
Black Market Dealer, man, selling yo' Pigeons
Too much energy, I always been the type to fidget
Yeah, been the type of fidget, cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm, huh?

[Chorus]
Sitting in the back of my shed, yeah
Cut my lungs, I don't need no breath, yeah
Big fifth-teen, that's cool I guess
Another year I can bless
She wonder why I hit my chest
Devilish tourettes get to my head
Snap a photo for evidence
I need to know I got some sense