ridin tryna survive it liquor so dark and the club so lit and my mind so gone and my soul so sick went searching for myself and i ain t find shit ah shit why everywhere i go it turn into some shit ridin she ridin went searching for myself and i ain t find shit ah shit why everywhere i go it turn into some shit dark clouds surround you everywhere you go i know the type you only attract violent self esteem issue kinda types club wit your children 5th of liquor and skittiwee try to run that game on me but baby you shitn me same hemoglobin family tree i know you very well we all got somebody in our family that we can t save from hell pressure pain memories of bad thangs you been through cried so many tears is surprising you ain t mildewed look at me ya cant do it you know that imma gon see thru it running wit them funny folk we know they won t see to ya loved ones gon ride wit ya don t turn your back on me truth hurt i know it do but please don t lie to me good or bad i m here for ya that s what you call family the world going crazy it s easy lose to lose your sanity looking for a way out see you beefing wit des rah rahs searching for yourself i see you nightly when you drive by this nigga that nigga don t matter if they holla you let em in next thing you gotta another baby dada circling circling riding smoking ya high too tryna find the voice that can tell you where to find you  went searching for myself and i ain t find shit ah shit why everywhere i go it turn into some shit ridin she ridin went searching for myself and i ain t find shit ah shit why everywhere i go it turn into some shit brain scattered like showers im losing power my mind is starting to fuck wit me dealing wit lots of feelings depression becoming publicly luckily im in line ill be damn if a nigga cuttin me climb a mountain for mo no safety or rush for me take a shuttle to space space is never enough for me peddlin by the moon they assuming someone abducted me judging me by the day aliens criticizing know why you hate to watch cuz my timing is hypnotizing they tell me shoot for the stars may need to cop me a rifle changing like choir boy on that day he forgot his bible never try to adjust you just fuckin try to complain and i try to do not like you in my view we ain t the same monthly collectin mo the feelin how im vibin everything for the ones i love got my mind ridin turbulence hopefully my wings hold good wishes and prayers we gon need those 8 07 pm on the dot party round the way if you tryna catch a ride don t matter what you wear ain t no code for da night just hurry up tho we all tryna slide girls in free boys pay the 5 my back seat full everybody lets ride turn the volume way up high yo that s jam she spit that ahhh if a cop knock everybody shhh drop hide the liquor we don t wanna get popped mr officer is there a problem this was a just a small get together i understand we can help you solve it no problem well turn down the volume no problem well turn down the volume no problem well turn down the volume turn it up up turn it up up turn it up up turn it up up