COCA COLA

Let’s hope this shit don’t boil over
I cannot blow composure
Here the oven go *Ding*
Like a fucking Motorola
It’s gonna explode it’s over
It already filled its quota
Here the seeds go *pop*
Like a fucking coca-cola

I was given tips but they hollow
So now I run hollow tips
Gimme a hair trigger, I get triggered and it’s a slaughter bitch
I ain’t a role model bitch
Don’t think I'm gonna follow it
Just gimme another bottle
I ain’t gonna swallow it

I guess that counseling sesh never help me to progress
I’m still that same mother fucker 10 years later I’m rude and pressed
You bouta be SOS I’m causing you bitches a new distress
You bouta be shining just like I was Stanley Kubrick’s best
But It’s all in my head got a brand new tint for the retina
Shits red when i see so you enter my sight you know it's gonna be the death of em
Bitch, I cause problems everywhere I go that’s just my rude itinerar
130 on the road that I Rome so you know if I see you than you better run

Let’s hope this shit don’t boil over
I cannot blow composure
Here the oven go *Ding*
Like a fucking Motorola
It’s gonna explode it’s over
It already filled its quota
Here the seeds go *pop*
Like a fucking coca-cola

(Yeah!)

It’s all in your head
It’s all in your head
Just don’t let it out you know that it’s all in your head
X2

You know I don’t wanna be this way
But it’s like someone else can dictate
That it’s my default response to be enrage
And at this point it’s way too engrained
At this point I can’t make big change
I don’t wanna break shit but I fixate but
Like there’s something in my brain that keeps the anger inlayed
So what?
I’m never 'gon beat it
So just push it down to the deepest level of my mind and hope it don’t come up any time that it gets tough
It’s rough
Cuz when I slip up
It’s like a vicious cycle
I get mad at myself for being mad, idk, its just something I do
I need to cool it down I guess I’m malice (mal ice)
This shit eats me alive every day it’s taking some loud bites
Half the time I don’t even know why I’m mad
No body be taking me serious so the only one who I can vent to is the sound bites

Let’s hope this shit don’t boil over
I cannot blow composure
Here the oven go *Ding*
Like a fucking Motorola
It’s gonna explode it’s over
It already filled its quota
Here the seeds go *pop*
Like a fucking coca-cola
X2