Mayhem Lyrics – Kodak Black

Lyrics of Mayhem by Kodak Black

(Hendrix Going Brazy)

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Staring Out My Window

Watching Days Go By

Waiting For The Sun To Come Out

To Dry His Eyes

To Get Off Again

To Leave Sorrow

Oh

I Be Wanting To Cut A Nigga D!ck And Make Him Eat It,

I Got Torture In My Heart

Full Of Gas, I Smell Promethazine Every Time I Fart

You Know I’m On My Demon, I Kept It Z Right From The Start

Left No Footprints On The Scene, I Did A Mission In Some Clarks

Every Day Halloween, I Spin Broad Day, It Ain’t Gotta Be Dark

Every Day Shopping Spree While Riding In The Mall, I’m Pushing Carts

Rocking All White Cocaine Clean, You Know I’m Hiding From The Narcs

Now My Nigga Been Wanting To Beef ’cause I Ain’t Tryna Pay His Lawyer

Fu*k Them, Made Us Bleed, And Ever Since Been Tryna Avoid Us

Babygirl Got That Peach Back There, She Gotta Be From Georgia

Walk Through Across A Lilly Dilly, B!tch, I’ma Need A Quarter

Bust Down Jesus Piece, Lately I’ve Been Feeling Anointed

Staring Out The Window On A Jigga Early Mornin’

You Know You Can’t Beat A Nigga, Might As Well And Come And Join Me

Scored A 40, And I Ain’t Thirty Yet, Like How You Ain’t Gon’ Afford Me?

Say I Can’t Wait To Sniper Gang, Shoot Shit Up Like The Army

Staring Out My Window

As Days Go By

Waiting For The Sun To Come Out

To Dry His Eyes

To Get Off Again

To Leave Sorrow

Oh (Ayy)

Got Your B!tch Stretched Out, She In Here Getting Peed On

Walking Around The House B*tt-Naked With My Mink On

Dumped A Whole Clip On A B!tch, Then I Reload

Fu*k With Lil Crix, That’s My Dawg, Yeah, Beethoven

Even Though I Know The Nigga Hating, I’ma Keep Showing

Love ’til I Get Him Where I Want, Then I’ma Cutthroat Him

Sweet Petite Freak, Soaking Wet, Weighing One Fourty

Every Drink Turn Easter Pink In My Cupholder

I Promise Not To Get Too Excited ’bout Nothing

I Only Expect For Love To Turn On Me

Watching All The Days Fade, I Can’t Even Enjoy It

Cause I Be In The Studio Late Into The Morning

They Keep Throwing Beef On My Plate When I Ain’t Hungry

I Be Tryna Kill Everything, I Can’t Focus

Think ’bout Where I Been, Where I Came And Where I Got

I Been At The Top Of My Game, Where I’d Be Without

Staring Out My Window

As Days Go By

Waiting For The Sun To Come Out

To Dry His Eyes

To Get Off Again

To Leave Sorrow

Oh

Cause I Be In The Studio Late Into The Morning