Baja

(album: REMAINS - 2020)

Bitch, I'm feeling like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out
Weapon up on my body, stepping to Bones will be the wrong route
What in the fuck are you talking 'bout?
Your whole shit is going south
Bitch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now it's pouring out
Rain rain, go away
Laying back up in my grave
Blunt smoke running all through my veins
Sun is up, I hide away
Shoe like I'm Hardaway
If you ever step in range
If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage
Bitch, I be rolling in the rain, backseat, bleeding out
Shit'd be different if I change, but that ain't an option now
Blinking, I was darkened out, storm clouds, rolling out
Morticians, they see me and they swiftly run a red carpet out

Back up in my zone (Zone)
I am what is wrong (Wrong)
Ride up to the cemetery, Daddy's home (What?)
Smoke another one (Down)
Pour another cup (Up)
I don't need much to continue my roll