Walk around the world and feel like every place the same I look into your eyes and see that you are in some Walk around the world and feel like every place the same I look into your eyes and see that you Walk around the world and feel like every place the same I look into your eyes and see that you are in some pain Fetty gonna help the business, help the women around your neck Gonna help you make a choice Let it ripple, let it rest You a pest, what the fuck, you left a mess It's okay, I'll just say that your body's clean From the day you in hell, I don't think you failed You just made some bail Come the day it gets worse, and I hope you fuck up That was the word, captain, I think I caught you lacking I'm down nine and ten, plans that this hell's baking Don't be timid, tapping, bitch, I call me baby rapping I feel lucky I'm not you And the time I do the thing Stuck in a fucking room The senate's calling me hard Haven't felt some in some days Bitch, where do I start? Start from the top In the next, on the bottom Around the bottom Baby, I swear I got em Close your eyes and think of something for me Think of all the times that you've been feeling kinda lonely What, what could you do with your time instead? What, you smoking weed, you fucking bitch, and go to bed? What, you smoking weed, you fucking bitch, and go to bed? What, you smoking weed, you fucking bitch, and go to bed? Notice all the colors that you're seeing in your head Now strip away that shit and feel the darkness spread This is, this is what it's like to be known as dead Now open up your eyes, you see the world, it is red Now what's the word, Kevin? I think I caught you thinking There are nine more lands that this hell is making Don't be tippy-tapping, bitch, I call me baby rapping I feel lucky I'm not you And the time I do the thing Stuck in a fucking room The senate's calling me hard Haven't felt some in some days Bitch, where do I start? Where do I start, start, start? From the top, I'm in the next Bottom, bottom, I'm riding my bottom Baby, I swear I got it, got it Now what's the word, Kevin? I think I caught you thinking There are nine more lands that this hell is making Don't be tippy-tapping, bitch, I call me baby rapping I feel lucky I'm not you And the time I do the thing Stuck in a fucking room The senate's calling me hard Haven't felt some in some days Bitch, where do I start? Where do I start, start, start? From the top, I'm in the next Bottom, bottom, I'm riding my bottom Baby, I swear I got it, got it