CincoTheFlexGod - Mr. All-Time-Low

Yeah I pop big shit, but i'm really mr. all time low
Yeah I got good grip, but i'm really mr. never let it go
She ain't really find a new nigga, I just really never knew nigga
And I can put that on the crew nigga, we ain't cool just went to school with you
Ain't no way it's breaking news nigga, I been breaking rules boy
High top house arrest shoes, it's bout' a band right there
And I got hoes by the two's, yeah I got hoes by the pair
And I could never ever lose, because I never ever care
Yeah I count a whole lotta' blues, and I cried a whole lotta' tears
I'm at my breaking point, can't let it shatter nigga that's my worst fear
And I thank God for marijuana even though it's starting to cause a lot of problems
And I know I don't gotta' worry bout' my demons switching up just like my patnas'
But you know all my demons stylish, they goin' pull up in some Christian or some Prada
And Ima' tell em' keep spinning til' I get a call that say "We fucking got him"
And I been thinking too deep, you could find me at the bottom of the bottom
Or at the bottom of the bottle
Or at the pool without goggles
Cause my eyes bloodshot red like I really been there
And I might never love again, put that on my chin hair
Where the fuck these feelings coming from, pull em' out of thin air
And if you love me all I want from you is make it crystal clear
Yeah I pop big shit, but i'm really mr. all time low
Yeah I got good grip, but i'm really mr. never let it go
She ain't really find a new nigga, I just really never knew nigga
And I can put that on the crew nigga, we ain't cool just went to school with you
Ain't no way it's breaking news nigga, I been breaking rules boy
High top house arrest shoes, it's bout' a band right there
And I got hoes by the two's, yeah I got hoes by the pair
And I could never ever lose, because I never ever care
Yeah I count a whole lotta' blues, and I cried a whole lotta' tears
I'm at my breaking point, can't let it shatter nigga that's my worst fear
And I thank God for marijuana even though it's starting to cause a lot of problems
And I know I don't gotta' worry bout' my demons switching up just like my patnas'
But you know all my demons stylish, they goin' pull up in some Christian or some Prada
And Ima' tell em' keep spinning til' I get a call that say "We fucking got him"
And I been thinking too deep, you could find me at the bottom of the bottom
Or at the bottom of the bottle
Or at the pool without goggles

Written by:
Jamari Mckenzie

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