Nothing To Prove

Bitch I got nothing to prove now
Smoking a dub for the groove y'all
There's blood on my leather and boots I'm
Hating myself like I knew that
Look here you think I ain't knew that
Guess I'mma mess up I do that
Prolly I'm stone from Medusa
$cary been trynna seduce her
Blunt fucking cherry now I'm dancing
I've been smoking all muh-fucking week
This dead man walking outside
Don't think I'll make it this time
Alone in a muh-fucking room
Pour me a muh-fucking drink
Been making this music I can't
It's all I can do by myself
All I can do to escape

Looking immaculate back in all black
At the back of the back of the bus

Looking immaculate back in all black
At the back of the back of the bus
On me a bag of tobacco some weed and my papers
A lighter that I fucking trust
Aye
Killing this bastard Plamen
Me and the backwoods flaming
Bitch I got nothing but shading
Crow be the one that we saving
Backwords pilf from a muh-fucking jet
Now I'm right back for the fool fucking dipped
Looking like a dead boy talking my shit
Baby come by when you ready to suck dick
Face-down I'm on the bathroom floor
Blunt still gripped but I just need more
One good hit ought to straighten me up
One last dip and I won't go lower

I'm sorry, sorry
Go lower
I'm sorry, sorry
Go lower
I'm sorry, sorry that I'm sorry
Go lower
I'm sorry, sorry
Go lower
Yeah I'm sorry, sorry
Go lower
I'm sorry, sorry that I'm sorry
Go lower