These days I'm out of my head I think that's good more than bad Feel like the world's in the palm of my hand Oh yeah yeah... These days I grab gasoline Then pour it all on my sounds Just shaved my head it looks clean Its all part, of my plan... If I'm hanging on by a thread Good luck is still in my jeans I rip the threads at the seams It's all part, of my plan... Rarely are things what they seem... I clip the birds by the wings Rip pages out magazines... Passing time, like the sand... The world is on fire My moneys multiplying... They rolling dollar bills up And order coke, diet... It spin just like a tire And everybody's tired Hit high notes like Mariah You need it we supply it Sometimes life is overwhelming Breathing's all I know how to do So i'm blowing off the steam And i'm using stress to push me up I guess I got my head right I tried, I tried about a thousand times And now i'm getting funds up And I pockets all my worries to the side The world is on fire My moneys multiplying... They rolling dollar bills up And order coke, diet... It spin just like a tire And everybody's tired Hit high notes like Mariah You need it we supply it I'm high as a plane I rolled my weight up in gold I'm in here calm as a bitch But you reach for my plate, you'll get smoked You ain't heard karma's a bitch And when they let us in this bitch Then we gone take everything out We gone air all of it out