Loco Vince Staples (Ft. Kilo Kish)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I load the .44, then paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front door, she came commando
She came and rambled, I came and rolled over
No time for conversations, cold shoulders
Out of my mind, she off the red wine
She woozy, bitch bougie, straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
Gave head, then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James Joyce, don't need the Rolls Royce
I need the straitjacket, finna go batshit
Sick of these rappers stealin' my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone Gatsby, fades with no lotion
Get this shit cracking, crack his jaw open
Crack in my system, Daddy loved smokin'
Like he loved smokin' niggas, no jokin'

[Chorus: Vince Staples, Kilo Kish & Both]
Everybody get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling that lately
Everybody get a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly, slowly
Right place at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own mind