Rosethroat

(Yeah, just gimme another one back Yeah naw I'm on some shit huh? I'm on some shit huh? Yeah) You-you-you You-you You-you You, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy See most, of my problems, drowned in liquor, I can't smoke no weed I would, If I could, but that leaf brew up anxietea Yeah you, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy You, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy See most, of my problems, drowned in liquor, I can't smoke no weed I would, If I could, but that leaf brew up anxietea Yeah you, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy Painfully sober writing shit I really don't care about And I might just roll another spliff and take It right to the mouth I need something salty and some Hennessy, develop my gout Then post It up on the couch, fuck niggas talking about And I'm bored as shit and ain't got nothing to do, can't do It sober If you feeling me lil' baby slide thru, yeah come on over Lazy lazy, so baby you just gon' have to bend It over But sure enough I can assure you that It ain't no nigga colder Still bored when she leave tho, delivery no Kiko I might just hit the Stoko's and crack a Four Loko Then post up with the bros, and maybe run up the 2k Chef It up like a souffle, just like Rudy Tabootie I be in my own zone for real And Mom was always on my ass when I blew, Green, Teal But she just wanna see me eating like A Happy Meal And so do Pop, so I live It like I die, shot pop from red dot, hold up You, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy See most, of my problems, drowned in liquor, I can't smoke no weed I would, If I could, but that leaf brew up anxietea Yeah you, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy You, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy See most, of my problems, drowned in liquor, I can't smoke no weed I would, If I could, but that leaf brew up anxietea Yeah you, got your issues, I got tissues and this Hennessy Put on the fit from yesterday then sashay to the alleyway Taking out trash, hit the Battier fade-away The weather cool, but I don't got no plans My walk got a lil' Lean but I don't pop no Xans Friends, family and haters I don't got no fans Show out SXSW but don't got no bands, look It's all about finesse my G And being trapped in the crib death of stress low-key because Really I ain't worried 'bout shit I stir the beef with the Curry, Steph Curry assist Behind the back, flick the wrist taking shots you missed Don't be pissed, because your bitch A Hall-of-Famer and I'm training your sis I kid, I kid I kick it at the crib Rarely, leave where I live You should try it I insist I, stay low-key and up outta the mix And be the reason why your bitch scream "YTK cut that shit" (Cause I got a lil' Hennessy for you baby Cause I see you got issues, and for that I got tissues I got, A lil' Hennessy)