[Mann: Intro] Young and lost Living by different laws Baby, baby, baby… We lifting off Drifting off, getting cross Faded, faded
[Verse 1: Mann] Life consist of living, dreaming and dying, no denying So sometimes I indulge in experimenting and trying New things, get high and visit All the places that I’ve been Without moving, mind traveling No time happening, tapping in Never tapping out, what you rappin’ ’bout? Problem, where the mollys? Pass ‘em out ’til we passin’ out Maxin’ out with a pretty thang, hit her with a bit of game Did she give me brain? I forgot, last night we could of done anything I’m livin’ so lawless Trying to keep it all the way righteous, but a nigga aint flawless Crack it, sprinkle it all up in her drank, the liquor dissolves it Aw shit, we gettin’ it started My niggas some smokers Her friends alcoholics, so we all lit All the drugs mixed in our system, we feel the difference Blurry visions, perception twisted, we went the distance In love we live in moments where I would’ve felt resistance Now welcomes me in, I basically melted in it, mann
[Hook:] Natural blondes droppin’ N-bombs, but I aint trippin’ Puffin’ that bomb, tippin’ that dom, what I’ve been sippin’ I hit this bad broad named Molly and she paid a visit The way we live it, specific, faded, is it Twisted sip it, twisted sip it Twist it, sip it, is it time to wake up? Is it, twist it, sip it, twist it, sip it Twist it, is it time to wake up?
[Verse 2: Problem] Can’t expect a man that’s this high to not show emotions I’m quick to flash like cameramen, but never losin’ focus The ignorance inside of… I had to learn to cope with So I use my mind to grow my grind without ever doin’ hoe shit Like French straddlin’, dick ridin’, shit jump, no fist pump Just stand tall, no switch-sidin’ Mountaintop, my clique climbin’ – fly, we unparalleled I parasail, I’m zip-linin’, yellin’ “fuck pussies with a ripped condom” When I fuck pussies, need a big condom ’cause it’s ’bout to be on All that scared shit, stop it, girl, get ready to pop it ‘Cause them thangs almost gone And it ain’t about knowledge, but it’s like college Shit, I’m all in my zone When I’m ballin’, old bitches beggin’ me to call ‘em Enemies just pray that we stall ‘em (What?) No Twitter, but if it’s on, we at it When I’m molly-poppin’, everybody droppin’ My thoughts start gettin’ erratic And I told Mann that one yam wanted him to hit, so he bat it And knocked it out the park, knocked it out the park I grabbed a glove and snagged it