歌詞

Woke up at noon Right next to the moon Lazy motherfucker With the screws tight n' loose Never wrong Always up spittin' in the booth My life is on the mic I have nothing to lose Sad boy Sunday Lighting up a spliff I'm doing just what I know Always trying to chill Lazy Sunday Smokin' all my weed Saturday through Monday Wasted all my week Its the return of The abstract Hip-hop kid When he jumps on a track Always lands a hit When he spits on the mic Knocks you off your feet Gotta watch to learn Thats the way it is Nach why always trying To sound like mac miller Making beats got me Feeling like j dilla Never sold weed But I feel like a dealer Got the the cards in my hand I hate dealing And that's how I'm feeling Stuck in '06 Hanging in the attic Listening to donuts Rolling dust weed Life is but a riddle Feeling like Malcolm Always stuck in the middle
Writer(s): Carlos Mateo Volkart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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