prod wstd

lyrics:

losing track of the days 
fendi on my waist 
off the edibles 
i feel like i’m in a daze 
don’t go out in the heat 
i’m staying in my place 
i be rolling up tree 
ya i got hella strains 

why can’t i fall asleep 
i’m feeling hella strange 
trap me in the night w a jinx
i’m hooded like a mage 
i'm walking into the woods and i don’t leave a trace 
see u staring at me 
u looking at my chains 

she be kissing my neck 
i think i like that 
spend a day out at that coast 
that prada side bag 
and i fill it with gas 
i’m smoking night pack 
anything thats bringing me down 
i’m moving right past

shawty got hennessy in her cup 
i just got some bands and they doubled up 
feel like peep when i ride that mercedes truck 
can’t forget to say RIP, shit was fucked 
i be smoking og lookin at the sun 
raf simons on me with the number nine 
i’m sipping guayaki,  i’m wasting time 
i got pre rolls and we smoking 5 
YSL thats on my scent now 
i been falling i got sent down 
say u hate me well it’s just as well 
i'm feeling dead like i’m SNL 
yamamoto thats my fucking jeans 
i got nike forces on my feet 
tap my arm cuz i’m in a dream 
magic numbers i got triple 3s 
reciting spells and its to a T 
double vision so i cannot see 
feel a ghost hand it’s touching me 
maybe im just on the LSD 
in the woods i see talking trees 
show me all that i need 2 see 
with the ents i feel like everything 
eating mushrooms, smoking leaves

losing track of the days

wstdyth