Distractions

[Intro]
I fucking love you, Jordan
I think about death often
But, I do not speak about it
I know there's things that others think about and do not speak about
That is why distractions are necessary

[Verse 1]
I don't need water, there's drip on my body
I'm driving a Dodge, ain't no need for Bugatti
Shorty got titties the size of a titan
I dive in, pussy hella tight and, uh
Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice, uh, yeah
That shit the truth
I got a check and I spend it on shoes, huh, yeah
That's how I move (Nonsense!)
And I don't really talk a lot
I'm a knight, Sir Lancelot
With armor harder than pans and pots
I'm throwin' shots at any nigga throwin' taunts
In the parking lot, or in vicinity
Head-shots ya Kennedy
Head pop an enemy, bullets infinity
There is no remedy, why you so Jiminy Cricket?
You shaking, you timid, you scary ass bitches

[Interlude]
I don't think it is healthy to bottle your emotions, but I can't help it. I cannot talk about it, I cannot talk about it, I don't wanna talk about it. Leave me alone, leave me alone, I don't wanna ta- distractions!

[Verse 2]
I don't smoke, I'm a sober man, huh!
Eat that ass like a Doberma- hahahaha
(Laughing always hides the pain)
Bob the Builder, build an L, I'm raising hell
I'm out the shell like Bowser, huh
Bid you well but can't you tell?
I'm sort of Cell with both Android powers, huh
Pop out the wrist bet you don't got this
All these bands in my wallet, I dropped outta college
She hop on the dick on some bicycle shit
And I flow like a faucet, I know you acknowledge
I feel like Mufasa with power
The beat is the prey and a nigga devour, yum
High like I'm off of the sour, um
Hope I don't crash in a tower, yuh

[Interlude]
It's crazy how annoying it could be, or how annoying it can get to get asked the same question when something's wrong. But then to also be hurt if no one asks the question at all. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

[Verse 3]
Back the fuck up, need my space, bruh
Why you pressed? Why you pressed?
Give it rest, give it rest
Fuck a therapist, fuck a therapist
Suck a pair of dicks
Fuck a therapist, fuck a therapist, yuh
We're gonna die, destination uncertain
But you can stick to believing in your version
But we do not know, we do not know
Where we all go when the eyes close
Pull back the curtain, see
Pull back the curtain, see
Only if you're curious
Fear the question, furious soul