Thinkin' Out Loud

Lyrics for Thinkin' Out Loud

(It don't take shit to win but some focus, hey) (Meech) It don't take shit to win but some focus Your mind everywhere else, then you hopeless Triple double in your city like I'm Jokic Shrooms got me tripping, thought my shadow was an opp approaching Clutch performer, boy I wouldn't leave me open I can have ten M's, they wouldn't notice I can have a dollar to my name and they wouldn't even know it Cause what I learned is whatever's in your hand, you can't show it She gon' give your ass the red light, for me but she going Heavy on the manifesting where I'm at, feeling chosen Was a dime, bought an ass, now she 11 like DeRozan Pocket full of Nipsey Blue's, sixty shots, catch me rolling Floating, take my pain, then I pour it Still a go and get the bag while it's cold and it's snowing While it's raining, while it's sunny, I'ma catch if they throw it Why you playing with my money? I'ma catch you if you owe me I'ma leave 'em chili cheese fried, I catch them at the Coney Heard you still ain't even seen five, I'm smelling a jabroni Rolling out the bowl bag, you can smell a habit on me With my twin, you can't tell who's who, Zack and Cody It all started with a plan in my head Laying down staring at the ceiling fan in my bed Took a leap of faith, they know where I'll land in the end Get that boy around me if you wear a badge 'cause he fed Gotta be ten toes if you gon' stand on my pegs You ain't know me with the bowl cut or Stan with the dreads So much horsepower, sounded like I crashed when I rev It's a dirty game pressing, I'm like Pat to the Bev Put his trust in a slut, should get smacked in his head Ain't no way that they can Hawk us in the Track when we fled If I get a loaf, brodie getting half of the bread Road running up the racks, caught a cramp in my leg Got my phone in the other room, you know I'm freestyling Cudi cut it with the pills, 'cause he tend to be violent If they get me in that room, guarantee I- If they get me in that room, guarantee I be silent I wonder if I wasn't who I was who really'd be with me? If you counted DSM I know you feeling really sickly First class, heard you booking flights that got the hidden seat Stuffed a bitch in Cincinnati, send her down to Mississippi Hidden action, impact, four attachments, told 'em pistol grip me If we catch 'em in that alley, guarantee he getting Ricky If she eat this Perc-10 she gon' give the dick a hicky We gon' test it out on doggy bone, 'cause he a guinea piggy Catch 'em at the G station, leave 'em in the chip aisle I'm with MJ or 40 if I'm down on 6 Mile If you don't get down, get your ass stripped down Think you keeping up with us, like have you seen a fish drown? ShittyBoyz (Meech)