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Loco (feat. Kilo Kish)

I load the 44

Then paint the Van Gogh

She rang the front door

She came commando

She came and rambled

I came and rolled over

No time for conversations cold shoulders

Outta my mind

She outta red wine

She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai

She love the hip hop and love my slick talk

Give head then begged the boy to crip walk

I write the James Joyce

Don't need the Rolls Royce

I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit

Sick of these rapper stealing my swagger

Tryna run with the penmanship practiced

Gangsta gone Gatsby

Fades with no lotion

Get this shit cracking

Crack his jaw open

Crack in my system

Daddy loved smoking

Like he loved smoking niggas no jokingEverybody get a little bit crazy

Seems like you've been feeling that lately

Everybody gets a little bit lonely

Keep breathing slowly slowly

Right place at the wrong time

Wrong turn in my own mind

Right place at the wrong time

Got lost in my own mindIt's okay, hey Vince, it's me

Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need

Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck

Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up

Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?

Mama whooped that ass for 3 days

Parties at McDonald's for our birthday

It's okay, it's okay, guess I should sayLemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy

At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain dreams

Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco

Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the Soho

Housekeeping keep knocking on my door though

Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44

Tryna get my head straight

She tryna get the bed straight

No room to think

KABOOM on the sinkUhh me tienes harta

(Pinche baboso abre los ojos)

Quien te cres eh? El muy chingon?

(Date cuenta de lo que tienes)

Tu no eres nadien

(Ya no eres niño)

Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada

(You're a grown ass mutherfuckin' man)

Nadie te toma enserio

(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)

Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo

(Pinche puto desgraciado)

Pinche vato pendejo

(I fuckin' hate you)Everybody get a little bit crazy

Seems like you've been feeling that lately

Everybody gets a little bit lonely

Keep breathing slowly slowly

Right place at the wrong time

Wrong turn in my own mind

Right place at the wrong time

Got lost in my own mindIt's okay, hey Vince, it's me

Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you need

Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck

Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up

Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?

Mama whooped that ass for 3 days

Parties at McDonald's for our birthday

It's okay, it's okay, guess I should sayIn the black Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming

Out the window

Tints low baby come and see 'em where the rent low

Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

Tweaking

Been a schizo crip though off of 65th though

Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the shit blow

Jumping through your window finna hit a lick mode

Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I flip onWe all waste away, what are you looking for?

We all waste away, what do you got in store?

We all waste away, cause I can't take much more

We all waste away, rather be lost and poor

What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe

What my master say? Nigga, you won't be free

Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve

Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep

"But you a star," they say, "You mean so much to me

Mean so much to me"

Songwriters

DACOURY NATCHE, JOHN HILL, VINCE STAPLES, KILO KISHPublished by

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