곡 정보

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

Chorus
Mm, I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don't feel right Feel right
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betrayal 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

Verse 1
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, I'm sittin' in a dark room Bad thoughts mixed with weed
Blowin' back to back trees Back to back, hope the ones I love never leave Never leave
I'm up, paranoid, no sleep No sleep
'Cause when you sleep that's 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's rainin' Yeah
It's pourin' down Yeah, finna break my umbrella 'Ella
Hear a voice in the back of my head Head, tellin' me, Shit gon' get better
I want all them niggas dead, bitch, I ain't never lettin' up Lettin' up
Yeah, ah, ah
I wanna live forever, 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

Chorus
I got a feeling in my gut, this shit don't feel right Feel right
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, betrayal 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

Verse 2
Jump out with no parachute, they shrimp, we pasta Pasta
Bitch, I got good bread, I think I'm better than Red Lobsters Better than Red Lobsters
Passion for that killin', no energy drink, bitch, we some monsters Monsters
Bitch, I'm havin' blues like Imaginary Fosters Fosters
Took one of my niggas, bitch, that's gon' have to cost ya Cost ya
Every day I'm hustlin', tryna get a Rick Ross belly
Put silencers on them guns, we tryna teach them bitches, behave Behave
He got shot up in his chest, that's what you get for tryna be brave

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