[Intro: L.A. VanGogh & Sherren Olivia]

Mmmmm-mmm-mmm goooooodddd

Mmmm, mm-mmm good for meeeeeee

(Repeat)

It ain't good, it ain't good

It ain't good, it ain't good for me

Stay away

Look

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Hit the right trigger, it can feel like getting shot

Be careful, ay be careful

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Say the wrong things mess around and get you shot round here

Be careful, ay be careful

[Pre-Verse: L.A. VanGogh]

If I gotta force it then it ain't for me

That go for songs or friends or woodles or a pair of jeans

Had to come to a conclusion for my clarity

That the words I choose to use turn to reality

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]

Big shot, always looking down at his wrist watch

Walk this way of life until it flip flops

I was in tip top shape, til my ship flopped

Now I'm in a big hospital with my fists locked

Breathing like I'm trapped inside a zip lock. What is this doc?

Losing fluids, doctor drawing blood like a crip opp

Diagnosed anxiety, it's all in my head

They just offered me xans, I said I'll lay off the stress

So, day to day, recovery is meditate and Gatorade

Pack up all my perils in a paper then I sublimate

She just offered head and who am I to throw a brain away

Such a terrible thing to waste, especially in this type of case

But mind is a dangerous place to get lost in

Exerting all that energy expensively exhausting

Turning and tossing, overthinking often

How would you have used your words if you knew they cost?

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Hit the right trigger, it can feel like getting shot

Be careful, ay be careful

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Say the wrong things mess around and get you (gunshot)shot round here

Be careful, ay be careful

[Pre-Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]

If I gotta force then it ain’t for me

That go for songs or friends or woodles or a pair of jeans

Got a girl that’s attached to my energy

'Cause I give her good dick and some empathy, hey

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]

Oh i think she like it, yeah that’s my bae

She can be despising, always fighting

I try to take the high road, I’m enlightened

Think she got a virus, starting-shit-itis

Star boy, I just might dip out on an asteroid

But that Earth pussy so good that I might crash for it

But she always tripping, every argument could put another stamp inside her passport

I don’t even ask for it

You could blame her past for it, I ain’t perfect, but I’m working on my path for her

When she idle, she see cycles of her past scars

Now I’m a rival on arrival 'cause her thoughts be going NASCAR, baby

But the mind is a dangerous place to get lost in

Treating me like enemy without us even talking

Turning and tossing, overthinking all of it

How would you have used your words if you knew they lost me?

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Hit the right trigger, it can feel like getting shot

Be careful, ay be careful

I use my words like somebody use a Glock

Be careful, ay be careful

Say the wrong things mess around and get you (gunshot) round here

Be careful, ay be careful

[Outro: L.A. VanGogh's 3rd Verse & Bouncer]

Excuse me, pardon me. Let me get right past you real quick, playa. Boa, yo ass big as hell

Excuse me, hold on

Hm?

I'm supposed to be on next

Next?

Hold on, don't stop it yet. Hold on

Who are you?

What you mean, "who am I?" I'm the 3rd verse

Naw, L.A. don't need no 3rd verse

What you mean? He don't need me more?

Yeah, he don't need you no more

How the hell, he don't-

How he don't need me no more? He whole ass wrote me

L.A. don't know no 3rd verse

Man, move your ass out the way, I'm next. I'm on next. I got this hot fire

Touch me again, you gone get your ass...