Adult Swim

[Verse: Blue November]
Thrill of it all got me huffing and coughing
Living in Hell I'll meet my maker laid in a coffin
Mental been on some autopilot shit with no off switch
Them buffalo bills for these wings that I'm off in
The cost just to live with with a nick and a Benz
The false narrative of winging it
For fish and them chips on your shoulders
Emotionally pushing up boulders
Ho thinner than a motherfucking slice off the cold cut
Cycle home the bread bring the toast for the panera
Savvy as fuck, eleven-deep you can't scare us
You swung off the tip, Jane in a spliff
Nasty the chills that trickle down your spine if she she ask you
"What are we?" "Nothing."
But solve me something, hey
The moments you never mentioned whats up
And it's literal never lateral, parallel by an emesis
Thought blemishes, swallow my silhouettes with sorrow
See bitch niggas follow herds, make me have to compete uh
Peggy the bum for naming after the beat, yea
She burn swole the fleshy bacon to me, yea
Minus the fact that your Patek really unique nigga
I wonder why do I compare to niggas that don't want no act
(No act, no act, no act, no act)
They told me love was a drug I took too much of that
(Too much, too much, too much, too much)
I sip, sip, sip, sip, sip and react
(I do, I do, I do, I do)
I'ma savage so I'd rather trust some liquor in the cabinet, nigga
Fucking is a habit you can get it if your man ain't here

[Chorus: Blue November]
Now who the fuck is talking shit 'bout my niggas, yea?
Now who the fuck is talking shit 'bout my niggas, yea?
Now you can really get shot through your fitted, yea
Now you can really get shot through your fitted, yea

[Chorus: Blue November]
Now who the fuck is talking shit 'bout my niggas, yea?
Now who the fuck is talking shit 'bout my niggas, yea?
Now you can really get shot through your fitted, yea
Now you can really get shot through your fitted, yea