[Still] Can't Get Right

[Hook 1] Tell me bout the lean... Tell me bout yo life... Tell me how it feel... Tell me bout the knife... [Verse 1] Unfuckwithable, this is celibate etiquette On some down to earth, this ain’t sparta, but still a better pit Low key mami, the clock is running, you better pick Life’s short, so choose wise, or you’ll regret the rest of it Watch me just make a mess of it Everything’s irrelevant when I’m sipping on next level shit But if I didn’t...I know that one day... All them hidden emotions could lead to gun play Baby, don’t mind what my tongue say I'm in the capital leaning like logo Hyundai Ohaiyo gozaimas and oyasumi nasai ho! I’ve seen the other side, too tired to be messiah tho All this life around me Astounding how I still ain’t found me [Hook 2] Tell me bout the lean Tell me bout the weed Tell me bout yo life And how it can’t get right Tell me how it feel Tell me is it real Tell me bout the knife And how you can’t, get...right [Bridge] Hit my pocket robot, switching up binary code Everyone's an ex, next to an 'O' in scary mode I play the game of life, my potion keeps me very slowed The deepest cuts never scar, so his pain he nary showed! Type it out because the hand shakes when he writes Skype it out because the man takes plenty flights Going no where...but still he goes there... I bet you can't fight the feeling being low here Fuck that low hair, I'm high top in my high chair I'm hyped up like "Aw yeah!" That right stuff...my lawyer Is no longer employed here, had to Sigmund Freud her She's psycho, and might go, push me to destroy her! I lean because she makes me weak in the knees But there's no trust in her to keep the peace I.D.D. is my affliction, I do drugs without permission I do drugs without addiction, in denial or in remission Peace... [Verse 2] Everything is kosher still But life sure ain’t no happy meal You live, you learn and then you die, die, die... Never got enough coins for an extra life Make this turn cause I wanna get right ...I wanna be right