Oddyssey - The Pink Mist

Damn right ho, I gained two three pounds
I ain't the nigga that you see right now
I'll be right down, don't meet me at my home
I'll call you, don't beep my phone
Beseech my throne, what you see I own
Word to my main, word to the shones
Word to the birds that I left alone
Diamonds in my mouth from Sierra Leone
And all that fuckshit, I never delve in it

Nerve cell splintered, grab the nina, get expelled with it
These hoes need to learn to balance thirst and hunger
Mix it, pour it, and tell the whore it'll make her look younger
And my bitch, she cookin' breakfast in my favorite tee
I pray to see, a couple months beyond the next robbery
I won the lottery, cus' she ain't left the lot of me

Sorry I can't live up
To whatever it was you promised me
Ski mask and a SMG,
Less than three what she textin' me
We messaging. Been three years
And yet she still perplexes' me
Double check that exit,
G. Left hand nine, right hand 3
Cus' one and two ain't gon' count
When 4 5s trynna be the death of me
And fucknigga, don't ever let your mouth run
Don't talk that shit just cus' we stayin' in the South, son
Never in doubt, expect that spray when you around us
I'm lookin' for Pink Mist, I think I found some

I want that Pink Mist
I want that Pink Mist

I need thirty pills, I need thirty uppers
Dirty sprite, need you to serve me up sir
I fucked a bitch and then I sent her home
Suicide watch, she never left alone
She call me baby, and I call her shone
And our calls drop and I lost my phone
And her texts read, but never answered
I'm Harvard Law, she Stanford

She blocked my twitter,
Now I know she know she better than that
And babygirl, has any nigga
Made you wetter than that?

She grab my cup and now
Her lips taste like regret-lessness
I laid her back and let my lips
Take all her breath and shit
I'm living lives I never thought
A man could stand to live

What she expect when she recieves
Exactly what she gives?
And what these niggas think?
I don't live what I talk?
You get this gwuap and then
Try talking to that fucking Glock cus'

I want that Pink Mist
I want that Pink Mist

Never leave, I won't let your ass
Walk away and I bet your ass
Been livin' savage, glass of wine
In my hand while she suck that dick like Abella
Distribution to cap them diamond flats for my Cinderalla
My own personal Britney Spears, I hit it accapella

She's Catholic, and I'm commitin' original sin
She yaded, cigarette in her mouth
Along with that bobby pin
I put my hair up but she trynna fucking braid it
And I tell her 'babygirl, you ain't related,
Better step to pavement'
Unless you making payments,
Weighted GPA is 8, and you passed with two D's
And I ain't talking what your fucking grade is

Sure, I'll bring her out,
We mobbin' and we congregatin'
Her speech impaired but
That's only cus' she kinda sedated
Now think about that when I'm wifin' you
How can I get a life when my life is you?
Now think about that when I'm wifin' you
How can I get a life when my life is you?