Tekst Utworu

Backwoods filled with reefer Aces by the liter In VIP, spending for leisure She just in it for Channel, I know I know Might as well give me hell, I know I know Back at home I been road for a week Time is money, can't afford to be cheap Skip the convo I got no time to speak I work better when I'm high and alone Late at night when I get into the zone Twenty racks I made it all on my own Trap money made it off of the phone Wide awake I don't sleep I been at it all week Asking me where I'm at now I been all in my bag now All my feelings in the solo cup, let it out let it out Leaving feelings in the ashtray, let it out let it out yup Backwoods filled with reefer Aces by the liter In VIP, spending for leisure She just in it for Channel, I know I know Might as well give me hell, I know I know Backwoods filled with reefer Aces by the liter In VIP, spending for leisure She just in it for Channel, I know I know Might as well give me hell, I know I know I cannot wait, 25 hours, double the pay Bloodshot eyes, I'm on the plane, trip to LA Be there today, leaving tomorrow, I cannot stay Off of the runway on a oneway back home (Oh) DND I'm too high in the zone (Zone) Droptop in the phantom got her like whoa (Oh) Can't expect nothing less from her I know Had this before, I shoulda' known I shoulda' known yeah Wide awake I don't sleep I been at it all week Asking me where I'm at now I been all in my bag now All my feelings in the solo cup, let it out let it out Leaving feelings in the ashtray, let it out let it out yup Backwoods filled with reefer Aces by the liter In VIP, spending for leisure She just in it for Channel, I know I know Might as well give me hell, I know I know
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