[VERSE 1]
I think people get the misconception, that I only spit it for ya love and blessings
Like the shit not therapeutic and I wasn't penning music before they felt I'm destined
But shit I still don't feel I'm destined, huh I just roll with the path
And pray for the best like prepare for the worse was the other half of the sentiment I had
I still ride with it still roll with it, like I'm going rogue I could never be control with it
So I don't even go explain why I'm so different who I'm intertwined with should let you know I'm cold with it
But I just wished I believed, put stock in shit I achieve
But it's so hard when they treat you like you a commodity
See yesterday I was speaking to my home-girl and she
Told me she loved my advice she love the way the think
That shit was funny I kinda chuckled it was comedy
Cause little do her ass know I don't practice shit that I preach
Shorty I don't know shit about shit, I don't know shit about this, I don't know fix
All I know is lack and neglect, and whole bunch of shit that don't matter when eclipsed
Like I could give a case study on why Henry Wallace wasn't president
But don't know a damn thing about why the fuck I ain't relevant
[HOOK]
I put sauce all in my system I get lost all in my brain
Fold my hands together pray that one day this gone change
Pray that we gone come up out it pray that we don't see no rain
Cause all these storm days is damn near driving me insane
Right now I'm sipped up, po 'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up, aw man
Right now I'm sipped up, po'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up gotdamn
I put sauce all in my system I get lost all in my brain
Fold my hands together pray that one day this gone change
Pray that we gone come up out it pray that we don't see no rain
Cause all these storm days is damn near driving me insane
Right now I'm sipped up, po 'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up, aw man
Right now I'm sipped up, po'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up gotdamn
[VERSE 2]
I get up on my knees, then get up on my feet
Working on my reach pray to the lord that he guide my speech
Pray to avoid all the fall I'll meet, cause the worlds on my back and my arms getting weak
And it's all on me, I put it all on me
Let em they call on p, I put it all on key
Guess I mellowed down to bring harmony
From time to time I wonder if they fond of me when stars align will shit look promising
I mean shit is difficult these days, it's critical these days
I move political these days it's pivotal these day
Cause rite now I'm 24 years old
One slip up I might not ever see the gold
Might not reach my goals, might be drunk and old
Bitter at every song that's on cause I ain't see the throne
Picture that, picture pitching facts definite as that
But to extract you must be exact but need lucky to back
Now I'm guessing that shit got me stressing rapping with aggression
While my confidence doing a Wells report impression
[HOOK]
I put sauce all in my system I get lost all in my brain
Fold my hands together pray that one day this gone change
Pray that we gone come up out it pray that we don't see no rain
Cause all these storm days is damn near driving me insane
Right now I'm sipped up, po 'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up, aw man
Right now I'm sipped up, po'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up gotdamn
I put sauce all in my system I get lost all in my brain
Fold my hands together pray that one day this gone change
Pray that we gone come up out it pray that we don't see no rain
Cause all these storm days is damn near driving me insane
Right now I'm sipped up, po 'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up, aw man
Right now I'm sipped up, po'd up, slowed up, throwed up, hold up gotdamn
Alcoholic was written by Pavy.
Alcoholic was produced by Tommy Avery.