Sad Boys
Yung Sherman on the beat, man, its Yung Sherman
Sad Boys
I dont care about money, so, yeah, I spend it quick
Im a real-life mannequin, get it then I dip
In a Percocet river, I got gills like a fish
Look like they wanna kill me, but they can only wish
I hop out the whip, make it rain, yeah, the fit
All this ice make you drip, she got blood on her lip
I got tired and shit, so I erase my wish 
Fuck bein famous, I dont need all that shit
High, high, you high like me?
Why? Why they stare at me? 
Fly, fly, get fly like me 
Right, right on time, baby 
Ravens guard the house, I just keep them within
You presume that you know me, you dont know where Ive been
Treehouse of horror, tryna heal from within
Everything is dusty, but to me its still mint
Cant trust myself, I keep changin and shit
Keep thinkin back, but I dont need what I miss
Aquarium life, inside my mind theres a trip 
Much better now, I just dont understand it
I still love you to death, Louis V on my hip
Snakes round my house and the clocks dont tick
I still love you to death, Louis V on my hip 
Snakes round my house and the clocks dont tick
Stranger