[Lyric] PAWS (Dirty Bxy)

[Intro]
(Yeah, yah, ah, ya, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Damn, you did 'em dirty)

[Verse 1: Yung Basketcase]
Pulling up, all black
Got an ounce in the back (In the back)
Ain't a trend, it's a trap
Meet my end, hear 'em clap
Roll me up another blunt
Face to face, he fucking front
Dirty junkie on the hunt
Feed her ego, watch her stunt
Me and her, that's how I'm rolling (Yuh, yah, yah)
Gimme brain then watch me blow it (Brha)
Seats are stained, you watch it pouring
Wanna leave? Bitch, I'm all for it (Yeah)
You and me, we ain't the same
I know you faking what you claim (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Cause no one wants this mental pain
Ain't no diamonds on my chains (Yah)
[Bridge: Dirty Boy]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 2: Yung Basketcase]
Fuck, I'm always lonely
It don't matter who's around
Return my mind to nothing
Only peace I've ever found
Don't wanna see these faces
Always staring at the ground
Guilt it weighing on me
Now these ounces feel like pounds
They always laughing, I'm a clown
Need to turn these voices down
Psychosis trigged by the sound
Of the crowd, so fucking loud
I can't take it, mental breaking
Body shaking, heart still aching
I'm still hated, still sedated
Medicate for the occasion

[Outro: Dirty Boy]
Medicate for the occasion
M-Medicate for the occasion
Medicate for the occasion
M-Medicate for the occasion-ca-ca