The Unknown

Out the unknown, what? Make time for it Out the unknown, you don't really got the time to pick up your phone And think about it, just make a fucking decision Pulling all of these triggers, baby, what I can feel it, the emotion in the slick of these fingers, baby Tell me, when's the last Time you even fucking seen me switch channels Think about it, baby, when's the last time that I told you I loved you And I think that I can feel the intermediate decision But I'm feeling kinda twisted, so Uplifting sticking, shit, together Turning up this fucking trap, thanks for giving Us a lis' Putting in all of the shits, it's a diss Putting in a little bit of the shits I done popped myself, End-line saying random shit to turn up your phone Turn the trap up, not the stereo, ho Wait, where's my weed at That icky, sticky medicinal That slick and thick and Spanish, mami, she be So medicinal, Talking bad like her spirit, bro What Hit the TV channels, be like no, But young R.C., that motherfucker's soul is Like one or another, Hit the phone ASAP, LSD, P2, please, it's a Need What Well, goddamn, no need to bother, just a common interception Yeah, you know that we all feeling pretty reckless But yet, that is also quite a common Interception No do not ever get misleaded Waking up to check on my baby girl, like Bruh What you doing You gon' catch acrylics Making me wanna go on and tickle your pickle Oh wait, I can't ruin that one for your kids, too What I grab a motherfucking lighter and I put it in my motherfucking pocket They don't wanna see me motherfucking balling But they're gonna have to cope with smoking Out of date, what Collateral and Adderall, I'm balling back to turn your trap up, oh What I'm getting ready to feel and touch you on a whole nother level, bro What So I'ma keep turning our heads all together In a motherfucking sequence of prescriptions So uplifted, I don't wanna hear all of that shit again Yeah, turn this fucking trap up like your stereo Ho What You don't really got the time to pick up your phone And think about it, just make a fucking decision Pulling all of these triggers, baby What I can feel it, the emotion in the slick of these fingers Baby, tell me, when's the last time you even fucking seen me switch the channels And think about it, baby, when's the last time that I told you I loved you And I think that I can feel the intermediate decision But I'm feeling kinda twisted, so I'm uplifting, sticking shit together I'm on acid, bitches, deal with it They know what it is Yeah, out the unknown Out