Crazy Days (feat. Lil' Dunk)

I be chilling in the backroom, smoking a spliff But I'm hoping my bitch ain't gon' be back soon Just living in a mad room, trying to sort out my shit I need to get some new kicks, maybe a track suit Start jogging or something cause I been stuck on consumption And that shit leaving me beat, I try to keep it discreet But I just blog the dysfunction I got my heart on my sleeve I'm always lost in discussions of the shit that I'm dreaming But my body be gleaming, glowing radioactive Kid I be doing back-flips ride the stairs on my mattress We get stupid like Patrick other times brain is active Jump from nonsense and chatter to topics that really matter I'm a class act with fantasies of hanging out with hash rats Don't need no fucking fast pass man I'm taking my time Slow baking my lines, let nature do the divine Get mine and watch the message rise But I'm bout to get a fine for walking round with sketchy eyes Pupils like pucks feeling down on my luck Stay walking down the street but I can't see the signs Fuck em they don't know nothing don't tell me my brain is busted I'm the only one that I can trust in, and I stay true to that lately Been reduced to a subtle reclusive state see I can't avoid the company so I keep most thoughts to myself But then I think they hunting me when paranoia accelerates Pick a me that can delegate I can't see through the mess I made Try my best not to penetrate the fabric of whatever had me invested Don't stress it There's a right time and place for when to receive a message I be chilling in the backroom, smoking a spliff But I'm hoping my bitch ain't gon' be back soon Just living in a mad room Yeah, I can feel the shaky vibes Moving up and down my spine in overtime I can read between the lines, switching over everything I wish I had the evidence, but I got the elegance Maybe this will make me relevant If you think that I don't know you I can paint the picture But I'd rather show you I'm gon' blow Through the speakers on your phone Fucking wit it feel my vibes, all that drama pushed aside Making sure I do my best, looking forward to them checks I'm up next, yeah No time think I need a watch, gotta beat the clock Broken dreams but I dream a lot, is it real or not Never been the one to break them hearts, I play the part We trapping out, stand my ground Center of attention on the pitcher mound I mix the sound concoction bitch I'm blasting off Like a fucking rocket yeah you're never gon' stop me I'm just rolling on the molly Stay be talking about nonsense I'm just tryna find a concept Lost the keys to my locket and it all made sense Wonder where I woulda been If I never had picked up on that pen I'm chilling in the back room going off some spliffs A couple tabs too doing like the mad do Spiteful and Lil Dunk, bring the funk, beats up in the trunk We heated off the substance and we vicious on the hunt Said I'm chilling in the back I'm like a villain on the track You get kilt when we rap I flow like silk when I wrap You up in these bars hog tied drop another bomb why You even getting mad, this just a crazy act