[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Had to lay my head down (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Had to lay my head down (Yuh, yuh, yuh, Darkie)
Had to lay my head down
For the morning
I've been mourning my granddad now
Churning my stomach
Like the concrete is my bed now
When I'm firing, get down
I'm inspiring, I can't let sound, make me get blunted
Or influence how I done it
I'm like fluid, I might run it
With your female out in Tripoli
She sitting on the tip of me
Consent; she giving lip to me
Without talking back
And if she barkin' all that shit to me
Then she walkin' back
To her home in the night time
She give me dome
So that bitch giving me right mind
I don't think she in it
Have her suck me till I finish
Have her love me 'til completion
Then she takin' my excretion
Make a n***a think artesian
All my semen, Make a legion (Okay!)
Run up on your face
Run up on your room like It's a tomb inside a cave
There's no room inside this cage for me
Bottle filled with rage
Let me park in his dreads
I see hearts, filled with lead
Cause there's something in the water
And the planet's getting hotter
We'll all be dead
Blame your mother and your father
Like Christ Dillinger said
"There's nothing for your daughter"
Is it all in your head?
Harry Potter
Ta ta ta!
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette

[Verse 2: A.M]
Too much fucking lean on this god damn cigarette, bro
What the chain say? "Lean on the square, that's a fucking rhombus?"
Ha, God damn
Yuh, yuh, yuh (You got a Glock with a dick?)
Fuck
You got a Glock with a dick?
I never drop an assist (Bitch)
All of my money is blown
Blue hunnids I'm poppin' like cops at your crib
So many options to get me a dollar
They think that I'm not with this shit
So I pop at your spine when we drop by your crib
With a Glock to your rib, I am not taking lip
Ain't even with that designer [?] inform me
You're Jehovah with a pen and pencil
I been on my business with the instrumentals
So it's in my interest to give you an intro
Off a bean and I ain't mean it, lentil
You a fiend for legal, I can see it, in you
"Boy I'm hotter than a jalapeno"
I was never in it for opinions
I've been in my head now
I feel the rest inside my chest
And I get stressed out (Stressed)
I've been ducking from the feds, they know I'm special
I'm not a failure, mama never raised a let-down
I might let the lead out
God damn, I turned to AM and I went insane
Bitch I'm packing like a can of spam
Doing acid, to expand the brain
Spread yo' ashes, on yo' mama's casket
I'm a fucking bastard, let's say I'm "cray"
I got Calabasas on the way (One, two, two)
Now I'm flaccid and I'll never fade (One, two, three, yuh)
[Chorus: Lil Darkie & CUBENSiS]
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting, sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette
Sitting, put some codeine on a camel cigarette, cigarette, cigarette