Think a lot
Yea yo
Think a lot
Him stays, in a place
In the drop, in a lot
Think today someone said I been on-lock
In my ways, anyway
In my brain, too much on my plate (on ma plate)
Been away, ask me how I feel today
I feel okay, should I just be plain?
I figured not, I kid you not
I think a lot, live a lot
Pick a lot, dig a lot
Think a lot different when I'm in my drop
I feel a lot, think a lot
Live a lot, arms full
Think a lot different in my car too
Cos I got drive, and farm fuel
But I got death it's in my skin I can't do
But I got death it's in my skin I can't lose
But I got death I do this for my uncle
Yea I got death I do this for my uncle, uh
Cobra clutch, know wassup
Hold me down, yea, hold me up
If you're gonna show me love, bitch, show me love
You ain't gotta front and say wassup- bitch you dont owe me none
I could never open up
Used to feel all the feels
And I use to wonder how my mum, my sis, my daughter'd feel
If I turned off the lights, cut the chord and killed
All my dreams, my love, my life my
Lord my thoughts are still, they're still
Tussin', trusted you
Wonderin', supp, wid' you
Tussin', love wid'
Over nothin', ohh (ohh)
I think a lot, live a lot
Pick a lot, dig a lot
Think a lot different when I'm in ma cot
I feel a lot, think a lot
Feel a lot