Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed

(album: Do It For Demon - 2021)

Ayy, yeah, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, yeah
Ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, ee, yeah

Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don't feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, I'm sitting in the dark, yeah (Bad thoughts mixed with weed)
Blowing back to back tree (Back to back), hope the ones I love never leave (Never leave)
I'm up here knowing no sleep (Knowing no sleep)
'Cause when you sleep is when they creep (Creep, creep)
And when they creep, you better eat (Eat, eat)
Put them niggas in the belly of the beast
Bad thoughts, bad dreams, it raining (Yeah)
It's pouring down (Yeah), finna break my umbrella
Hear a voice in the back of my head (Head), telling me, "Shit gon' get better"
I want all them niggas dead, bitch, I ain't never letting up (Letting up)
Yeah, ah, ah
I wanna live forever, oh-oh, oh-oh
When we die where do we go? Oh-oh, oh-oh
It's so sad nobody know, oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don't feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betray you on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Jump out with no pressure, they strapped, we pasta
Bitch, I got good bread, I think I'm better than red lobsters (Better than red lobsters)
Passion for that killing, no energy drink, bitch, we some monsters (Monsters)
Bitch, I'm having blues like Imaginary Fosters (Fosters)
Took one of my niggas, bitch, that's gon' have to cost you (Cost you)
Every day I'm hustling, tryna get the Rick Ross Bellaire
The silencers on all them guns, we tryna trick some bitch, behave (Behave)
He got shot up in his chest, that's what you get for tryna be brave

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah