MANIC ft. PHYZIKAL Lyrics

Why it feel better when I'm fucked up

I think that you pussy niggas fucked up

Quit playin' with my heart and get your bands up

I can tell you snitchin' on yo mans bruh

No we is not the same, I really think that we is different

I took me a Xanax, flipped the perc and now I'm spinnin'

Mixin' the designer, it's the new fashion

I'm a workaholic, never catch me lackin'

We gon' push a million when we comin' back in

The way that she gon' suck it, somethin' like a vaccum

I'm not interestin' yo girlfriend, stupid bitch I love you

I really think you're perfect, know that you're my type too

She told me she bipolar, that she got a type too

Little manic with the bag, I know her shit is tight too

See you think that I am stupid, I know what your type do

And now I'm alone, there's nobody to type to

Issey Miyake cologne on me and I'm stylin'

I ain't got but 2 friends, we somethin' like Lonely Island

I ain't vibin' with the hoe if the hoe actin' close minded

I'm so high, feel like I'm lost up in the sky with no pilot

Me and Phyzikal, run up, we get physical

That blade hit him quick, you would've thought it was invisible

Crazy bitches in my phone, this shit becomin' typical

Crazy youngins in my crew, we all be goin' digital

Hit the stage drugged up, I'm leanin' in this bitch

Adrenaline kickin', I'm startin' to fiend for this shit

I'm lit and I'm ignorant, I'm actin' mean in this bitch

She blowin' my high, fixin' to drop a bean in this bitch

I came here to rock and roll, I ain't talkin' Nickelback

Brought a eighth up in this bitch, I ain't sniffin' no nickel sack

If she yo hoe then come get her, I ain't fixin' to just give her back

If you fuck with me, youngin you lucky if you still intact

Why it feel better when I'm fucked up

I think that you pussy niggas fucked up

Quit playin' with my heart and get your bands up

I can tell you snitchin' on yo mans bruh

No we is not the same, I really think that we is different

I took me a Xanax, flipped the perc and now I'm spinnin'

Mixin' the designer, it's the new fashion

I'm a workaholic, never catch me lackin'

We gon' push a million when we comin' back in

The way that she gon' suck it, somethin' like a vaccum

I'm not interestin' yo girlfriend, stupid bitch I love you

I really think you're perfect, know that you're my type too

She told me she bipolar, that she got a type too

Little manic with the bag, I know her shit is tight too

See you think that I am stupid, I know what your type do

And now I'm alone, there's nobody to type to