Carol and Sullivan II (summercamequikk)

[Intro: Sample, "Emotions" by Mariah Carey] [Verse: King of Nothing] Couple xans and a tramadol Couple plans that I'm calling off Couple fans said I'm falling off but its still a couple grand for the monologue Takin', triple shots when my mood's down I trip a lot but I'm cool now And if you not tryna lose out You should come and hit the spot from your dude's house Girl that's only if you want you ain't got to go Come in through the front I won't lock the door I could make you come but that's optional Down to smoke a blunt and watch Cosby show? All my icons on the news and shit Live your life wrong and you lose it quick There'll be lies long as the truth exists You know i used to spit For my amusement But now my favorite past time Is reliving past times Spit it mad prime Hit it like some bag wine Gotta ship I crash mine Lotta fish I catch mine In the sea, memories when we flatlined Even if we had time, doubt it ever would have changed When you're up at half time, bound to never win the game All that time we were together, we could never deal with pain Guess we figured it was better to write letters and complain, but Girl you act like you don't fuck with me no mo' Either that or its just what I can't control but um I ain't havin' this discussion in the cold So grab your jacket and your clutch and we can roll Every time I hit it, tell me whose it is Let these other niggas know i handle biz I'll remind you of the little things you missed Might not like you, but you really with the shits! If you fuckin', spend the night with a nigga If you love him, spend your life with a nigga Girl you know you lookin' right in that get up Wake up for my flight, hit right when I get up Why you openin' your eyes, its a stick up Should be openin' your thighs for the lick up While since we split up and I tried to forget ya But I dial all your digits, get surprised when you pick up Big up to my women with they man whipped Ds on my bitch and my transcript Lately I been caught up tryna manage Gotta 5th of vodka, I'ma handle it Asked to leave the party then we crashed that bitch Fashionably tardy it was hashtag lit Ball too hard and disregard it like my cash that thick When I buy the bar and charge it to my dad's plastic Black Katniss way I shoot the game Backpack stiched (with medusa face?) Tabbed acid to hallucinate I had a bad bad trip and it screwed my day Rap mag pics tell me who's your fave Scratch that list to include my name Track classics that'll soon replace All that whack ass shit that you used to play [Outro: Jean Michel Basquiat interview]