The Ride Home

[Chorus]
Nothing ain't changed, still an arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did right, yeah, yeah
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab, sipping Rémy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
(I don't feel a thing)
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 1]
Slip and slide to live and learn you live and die
Caught in the thick of time, city lights flicker
My city type nigga's been flipping lights but I don't know
A city type nigga with a boat so who's shipping shine?
Solomon, bitch holla man
Slash JJ, I get it popping myself
Me, I ain't asking no god for no help
Look what I got on my shelf
Look what I got on my table
I got my plate full
I'm stressed but I'm grateful
I been up for days
Burning Zs like an eight ball
Buss it like a case
I'll fuck your bitch interracial
(Yeah, yeah)
No, I don't feel a thing

[Chorus]
Nothing ain't changed, still an arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did right, yeah, yeah
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab, sipping Rémy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
(I don't feel a thing)
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 2]
I take a shot to the chest and blow an L in sky
I'm in a mood and I ain't telling them why
'Cause I don't wanna
Tell 'em a lie, tell 'em it's life, I grew fed up with time
Bag's done, I want black lungs and so I'm belling my guy
Look to the skies at my lows and raise hell at my heights
Fell into crime, but now I'm selling my mind like
I guess it's an intelligent grind, I never run out of words
Send 'em a rhyme and promise not to tell 'em it's mine
Tell 'em it's fine, fine art behind the messy frame
Bitches love the game, it wasn't game until they started playing
Bars are flaming, art of pain, once it's written, they can't erase
No, they can't erase

[Chorus]
Nothing ain't changed, still an arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did right, yeah, yeah
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab, sipping Rémy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
(I don't feel a thing)
Is there something in my drink?