​eighteen lyrics

[Intro: Spoken Word]
Then begin... to take your awareness... into your heart... becoming aware... of whatever feelings... and emotions... are present

[unintelligible speech]

[Spoken Word Continued]
Perhaps they're positive... perhaps you're not entirely sure... perhaps they are negative emotions

[Interlude: William Crooks]
Man, f*ck ache
This EP sucks
I hate it
[right ear] b*tch. I ain't gettin' paid, I ain't gettin' no money, I'm broke. I'm broke! b*tch, I'm f*ckin-
[left ear] Stupid ass- little b*tch, dumbass piece of sh- f*ck this sh*t, man, f*ck this sh-

[Verse: William Crooks]
Speedin' in the whip
Swerve that b*tch off the highway
I didn't f*ckin' die
Why I'm always the bridesmaid, b*tch (f*ckin' b*tch!)
Out here I ain't got no damn reception
So if death try to call
I hope he leave a f*ckin' message
I been tryin' to buy drugs at the old folks home
But they keep callin' the cops on me (f*ck the ops!)
24 karat rocks on me
Ridin' round town, drinkin' on Olde E b*tch (40 got me drunk)
Yeah you know I been a lil f*cked up, uh
Yeah you know at night my homies tucked up (sleep tight, b*tch)
If you don't f*ck with the vibe y'all can suck my di*k and balls
I hope you slip and fall
Down the stairs, break your neck to this sh*t
Trigger finger on that eczema sh*t
Spending that clip in your face
Sending you the heaven, you b*tch (r.i.p. you lil' hoe)