2 s Known Unknown LyricsI got bills, I got stoned
I got traffic, I got boned
I got beef, I got shit
If I'm selling, what am I selling?
I got peaches, I got watches
I got fucking tendinitis
Got no band to call my own
And I ain't too proud to pay for it
Licked and stoned
Either going home
Writer's in the zone
Just saw him peeking
May as well accept it
Pop 'til enjoy it
Feeling misdirected
Then suddenly it hits me
I got blood
I got blood, girl
I got free-kicks, I got fans
I got problematic friends
I got leeches, I got smoked
And I ain't too proud to say it
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I got lost in my desire
I got bumped, I got woe'd
Then I dragged him out of there
Here feels like homе
And a fork in the road
Speaking in code
Fucking it's tripping
Toward thе Northern Highway
Now we're going sideways
Ever seen that moment
With my face against the glass
I got blood
I got blood
I got blood
I got blood, girl