SahBabii - Bad Thoughts Mixed With Weed lyrics

Ayy, yeah, ee-ee, yeah ayy, ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, yeah ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, ee-ee, yeah
Ayy, ee, ee, ee, yeah

Mm, I got a feeling in my gut
This shit don't feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed
Betrayal on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed
Got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Bad thoughts mixed with weed
I'm sittin' in a dark room
(Bad thoughts mixed with weed)
Blowin' back to back trees (Back to back)
Hope the ones I love never leave
(Never leave)
I'm up, paranoid, no sleep (No sleep)
'Cause when you sleep that's
When they creep (Creep, creep)
And when they creep, you better eat
(Eat, eat)
Put them niggas in the belly of the beast
Bad thoughts, bad dreams, it's rainin'
(yeah) it's pourin' down
(yeah) , finna break my umbrella ('Ella)
Hear a voice in the back of my head
(Head) , tellin' me
"Shit gon' get better"
I want all them niggas dead, bitch
I ain't never lettin' up (Lettin' up)
Yeah, ah, ah i wanna live forever, oh oh oh
When we die where do we go? Oh oh oh oh
It's so sad nobody know, oh oh, oh oh
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

I got a feeling in my gut
This shit don't feel right (Feel right)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed
Betrayal on my mind
Bad thoughts mixed with weed
Got money on my mind (On my mind)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Oh, oh)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah (Weed)
Bad thoughts mixed with weed

Jump out with no parachute, they shrimp
We pasta (Pasta)
Bitch, I got good bread
I think I'm better than Red Lobsters
(Better than Red Lobsters)
Passion for that killin', no
Energy drink, bitch, we some monsters
(Monsters) bitch, I'm havin' blues
Like Imaginary Fosters (Fosters)
Took one of my niggas, bitch
That's gon' have to cost ya (Cost ya)
Every day I'm hustlin'
Tryna get a Rick Ross belly
Put silencers on them guns, we
Tryna teach them bitches, behave
(Behave) he got shot up in his chest
That's what you get for tryna be brave

Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah
Bad thoughts mixed with weed, yeah