Lyrics

Long days in the house Coke bags in the couch Ain't no way to get out So, I'm just layin around Guess my patience been found With my fascination with sound The vibration awaken my mental state and my chakra crown I'm in the kitchen Triple sixin Powder mixin New renditions Of your favorite old fashion Pharmacy drug prescriptions I'm obviously on a mission Done with all of these bitches They bitches when they be sniffin I'm sniffing on sum different I'm different if y'all can get it I'm gettin myself evicted They hatin the way I'm livin I'm livin in this new religion Ya team ain't in my division Conference is full of monsters My offense light up ya office I'm obviously an object Of affection for these rappers They be textin for my address They be buyin my same jacket They completely unadaptive Couldn't spit inside a napkin Plus they face be on attractive Still acting like they Brad Pitt Shiiiit Got weed roll it Dollar bills roll 'em up Got pills I'm rollin on Cocktails be Molotov Bitches and they confidants Get fucked without no condoms on They ain't shit like college cops Keep drugs as my entourage Got weed roll it Dollar bills roll 'em up Got pills I'm rollin on Cocktails be Molotov Bitches and they confidants Get fucked without no condoms on They ain't shit like college cops Keep drugs as my entourage
Writer(s): Matthew Werner Martinen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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