(Chorus: Mehrad Hidden)
Overreacting is my thing
Well some things don’t change
I’m right where I stay
I’m just floating floating higher
And I just keep, I just keep, I just keep falling down
Now I’m right back where I started it’s Gloomy
Overreacting is my thing
Well some things don’t change
I’m right where I stay
I’m just floating floating higher
And I just keep, I just keep, I just keep falling down
Now I’m right back where I started it’s Gloomy
(Verse 1: Mr. D7)
I mean honestly, you really think it bothers me
Feds been on the kid, for like a year, It’s like they follow me
And I been out for days, I’m hitting sells while you in quarantine
I’m stinking like a ganja man that's right I got a crop on mе
Roll it up and smoke it up
Stoned off of this koscher buzz
Pop that door thеy know it us
Bro I think I’m over love
Money be the only one
Out here on a lonely one borrow dough you owe me some or you can meet my chromie one
I’m trapped in over reacting
Looking at my pocket ah my sticks thin
Need find a way to get my bands up
Me I can't go bankrupt
Stick em' put your hands up
Money come like cancer
The root all of evil I seen first hand how that shit effected me
I was in the T I'm in my bag but it ain’t tetley g
Don't know why they testing me due to bring some weaponry
And blast it at his head
And leave him dead up in a cemetery
Overreacting is my thing
Well some things don’t change
I’m right where I stay
I’m just floating floating higher
And I just keep, I just keep, I just keep falling down
Now I’m right back where I started it’s Gloomy
Overreacting is my thing
Well some things don’t change
I’m right where I stay
I’m just floating floating higher
And I just keep, I just keep, I just keep falling down
Now I’m right back where I started it’s Gloomy
(Verse 1: Mr. D7)
I mean honestly, you really think it bothers me
Feds been on the kid, for like a year, It’s like they follow me
And I been out for days, I’m hitting sells while you in quarantine
I’m stinking like a ganja man that's right I got a crop on mе
Roll it up and smoke it up
Stoned off of this koscher buzz
Pop that door thеy know it us
Bro I think I’m over love
Money be the only one
Out here on a lonely one borrow dough you owe me some or you can meet my chromie one
I’m trapped in over reacting
Looking at my pocket ah my sticks thin
Need find a way to get my bands up
Me I can't go bankrupt
Stick em' put your hands up
Money come like cancer
The root all of evil I seen first hand how that shit effected me
I was in the T I'm in my bag but it ain’t tetley g
Don't know why they testing me due to bring some weaponry
And blast it at his head
And leave him dead up in a cemetery
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