All Herb Songtext
von Isaiah Rashad

Fuck it, I′ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I′m givin' ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold (yeah, yeah)

Screamin′ at home, and at phones, we all hurtin′
Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya
Mixin′ the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dark, where you at? It's our secret
If I′ma die, make it big, we all hurtin'
Tell me it′s real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb


And if you dead, tell me somethin'
Like, what's ya life and how you livin′?
Did you slide it, did you build it?
Did you find it, did you grab it, did you ride it?
Like on the TV, tell me off on the marathon
Oh, you greedy, catchin′, I don't embarrass, huh

You can′t see me, John Cena in camouflage
And they see me, cashin' out on a Megatron
And the VV, lookin′ just like it
Yeah, sleep in the back 'cause you broke, it′s all perfect (ayy)
Sleep on the cash, it was life, it's all real
Laid on the floor, I was broke, it's all worth it

Bally hotel, break it down, it′s all word (Word)
Laid on the floor, is you drunk? We all stupid
Fuck you to sleep, it was love, it′s all good
How many days have I died? We all losers
Lay in the streets, set a fire, it's all kill (yeah)

Screamin′ at home, and at phones, we all hurtin'
Freakin′ ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya
Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dark, where you at? It′s our secret
If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin'
Tell me it′s real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb


I can call this phase "How
To Breakup With a Breakdown"
Been tryna find a way out
I′m waitin' for the catch
Maybe call you up soon
But Drake got me like, "Trust who?"

What I want and must do
They don′t always match
Runnin' for the hills when it gets rough
Truman Show, it′s feelin' like a setup
I′ma be a isolated mess
And still as good as it gets, nothin' less, when I mess up

Yeah, who on the edge has the funds? It's all over
Starvin′ a child is a check, it′s all yours
We could've died, there was shots, they don′t know it
Sparin' a child goin′ wild
Yeah, yeah, AMG in the dark, it's all motor
Crashin′ the Jeep, it's a fire, it's all hers
Fuck it, it′s Rob, it′s Rashad, it's all potion
Spillin′ the drink, goin' wild, yeah

Screamin′ at home, and at phones, we all hurtin'
Freakin′ ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya
Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dark, where you at? It's our secret
If I′ma die, make it big, we all hurtin′
Tell me it's real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb

Fuck it, I′ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I'm givin′ ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold
Fuck it, I′ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I'm givin' ten percent, I′ma need it back