Lyrics

These tans and whites they got me dizzy My Bond 10 percent of 50 And if my woes don't get me out by my court date I know the judge gone graze my top with that glitzy But i'm a parolee already your honor Ain't seen a trap this bad sense that white met Whitney Or when doubled and gave that shit to Bob either way You get my point this shit is sticky I pray to God I'm home by my Grana birthday Electric sliding past c.o.'s on a Thursday Sick of silver sink water when we're thirsty I pray to God yup That they'll free the goat so I'll be home by 9 Just turned 25 I don't wanna die here Or spend the night Wanna see Nirvana yeah I wanna fly Wanna wander Hana want that other side Know them boys wanna se me broke down and shit Bummed out and shit Stressed out and shit That's everyday and shit Shut the fuck up don't want your conversation Roll that marijiauna need that cheap vacation I need a cheap vacation I need a cheap vacation
Writer(s): Orrion Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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