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letra de introverted - king-iso

just a second…

[verse 1]
sit up in a house all day with a bottle and a blunt like f-ck life
staring at the tv, covered up the window with like three seats
n-gg-, no sunlight
h-lla faded and sedated n-gg- wait a minute
i can’t even say the sh-t i’m tongue tied
maybe i should go and get the razor but can’t figure
i was (?) so i cut twice
see now i’m on some stupid sh-t
i took these meds, went to the living room to sit
got dry mouth, all i had was a brew to sip
flipped on the news, then i started drooling spit
i’m ‘noid and i’m hearing sounds like, “who is it?”
i’m super sick of dealing with the foolishness
i forgot i had this mo’f-cking doobie lit
and i just bruised my wrist by cutting a crucifix
i’m high, i’m hoping i land on jesus
’cause if i plan to get better, ya man’s gon’ need it
need to feed myself but d-mn, no eating
fridge is empty and i don’t plan on leaving
even treatment please but fam i’m speeding
chill on ammo squeeze and ammo sleeping
leave the beat behind, i can’t go vegan
need some peace of mind well man go eat one
with those sane folks you won’t see iso
got big problems, they go fee-fi-fo
can’t be fixed if i quote the bible
toward my head i will point the rifle
gotta be insane like a-e-i-o
you don’t get it do you? i told these white folks
and they loving the dope, they don’t be right bro
flow so dark but it’s so delightful

[hook]
sitting in a house all day with a bottle and a blunt like f-ck life
sitting in a house all day with a bottle and a blunt like f-ck life
sitting in a house all day with a bottle and a blunt like f-ck life
(i just wanna drink all day and get high, get high, yeah)
sitting in a house all day with a bottle and a blunt like f-ck life
(the sane ‘ciety makes it hard to get by, get by)
i’m really introverted

[verse 2]
sit up in a house all day with a model and a sl-t like f-ck wives
never be committed to these hoes, i be diggin in them though
each one, i’ma f-ck twice
i got a hate death n-gg-, no love life
little n-gg- heart turned cold, yep crushed ice
killin’ if it spark come close like a bug life
sitting on the couch with a shotty and a bud lite
i been perverted, introverted
f-ck a nervous system, my system’s nervous
with a pistol paint brush i’m picture perfect
i’m at war with this prime sh-t, winston churchill
i get more sick when i spit these verses
not a single prayer can lift these curses
license to kill like i’m whipping he-rs-s
’cause ninety percent of what y’all spit is worthless
i hope you get into an accident on purpose
doing above fifty, and flip reverse it
eject from the windshield and hit the surface
and go by flames like a missing person
i spit that venom like a freaking serpent
the main reason that yo chick is slurping
hard off the top like a b-tch that’s shirtless
and this gon’ be that sh-t they purchase
they don’t really want it with the iso belly
i bet you b-tches want it, get inside yo belly
wolfing with a kid and never find y’all relish
if i’m off like the book up inside those tellies
who wanna go to war, n-gg- i’m so ready
to trigger, to get it fingered, n-gg- i’m no freddy
you jumping out of the window of my old chevy
machete ready to turn ’em into my spaghetti
(just a second)

- king iso

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