No parade but I'm gon' float

They don't want the smoke

Pac-man inhaling ghost

Heavenly in hell

Don't know where I'll go

I'll stay ready though

Where did my buds go

Another lonely stoner bowl

Showing up booted my excuse is

That the drive that I got feeling Useless

Only use this for the music

Auto tune it, auto pilot

Silence on a siren, bringing sirens Can't trust nobody

I just wanna sell a bit with nobodies

Don't share in these games, yea I Private the party, her privates a party

And I'm over here like Alessia cara, Short list I'm unclear of

Not good with the bitches or parrots, But I got a bunny that bugs me for Carrots

Tell that bitch to get the fuck back

Need a bitch that fuck back

Who gon' really have my back?

I'm too focused on my bag

Bad bitches on my mind

Never mind that

Shawty gave me play

Now rewind that

Throw it back, getting old but I'm

Reel you a throwback

Got the world in my hand

Hard to hold that

Florida boy in Georgia pic at like a Kodak

It gets cold in these streets, where your Coat at?

I heard you want this shit on lock, But where your code at

And she said she wants your heart

But does she know that?

That's where you're cold at

And feelings like a gesundheit

I blow that

She calling me a dick

Like that's her blow back

Told her taking things slow is what I'm slow at

Girl I'm Saying you blessed

And in a biblical sense

You should know that

If I ever get crossed

Like a resurrection

Imma come back,

Show them where the holes at

Three big bros, no one show me Where the hoes at

Got it on my own, getting cheese is My craft

This shit Minecraft,

I create my world

I don't wanna plan it,

Save it with a Spice girl

She said she want that zig-a-zig-ah, When a **** high

I said tell me what you want

What you really, really want

Cause I think I really, really wanna Tri

But if I can't call your best friend

Girlfriend, then bye

I think I need a girl that's bi

And I don't mean bipolar disorders

Or leaving my side

No parade, but I'm gon' float

They don't want the smoke

Pac-man inhaling ghost

Heavenly in hell

Don't know where I'll go

I'll stay ready though

Where did my buds go

Another lonely stoner bowl

Another lonely stoner bowl

Miss me with the Bullshit

Never been the cool kid

Heart right on my sleeve

I wear it like my favorite outfit

Always been an outfit

Never really fit in

Fucked up since a school kid

I gave more fucks as a virgin

I ain't gave no fucks as an adult

Why it's crack in the streets

It's the ass fault

Living life so sweet

Why you add salt?

Got a girl hard-headed

But her ass soft

When it's 9-1-1, she know who to call

I might end the credits on a pig

Tell them that's all

Don't ask how I roll

You know that's raw

Don't ask for the front

You can back off

I tell them, miss me with the bullshit Never been the cool kid

Ice around my neck

Reflect the temperature my heart is

Don't know where my heart is

Dead presidents a pardon

Never been a beggar,

But don't make me beg your pardon

I tell them, miss me with the bullshit Never been the cool kid

Heart right on my sleeve

I wear it like my favorite outfit

Always been an outfit

Never really fit in

Puzzled how my peace

Was never fitting

I really catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

Funny the same ones that say I need Fixing be broke

Diamonds be dancin' like vixens just Thought you should know

Diamonds be dancin' like vixens just Thought you should know

Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

Bitch, I catch feeling to common, Bitch I catch feeling to common

Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

Bitch, I catch feeling to common to Still be this cold

I unlock my potential

Just stuck to the code

I carry the torch in the heat

When the rest of them froze

Could do this in my sleep Forrest

The role that I chose

Tye in the real with the story that's Told

It's Tyrell Forrest

For those that don't know

You should think I'm the best

At least that's what I know

Want you to love me like a prophet

Will I make a profit

**** lost focus these days

Hocus pocus how hoes wanna poke These days

I'm sick with a talent, like magic

This 32 on me

Gon' shoot through the traffic

With my music blasting

Bitch, I stay high, ain't no crashing

I kick a bitch out like I'm Martin

I kick a bitch out like a Spartan

I fucked a few bitches

While working at Target

Fell off of my Target

She leave me on read like the Garments

I wish that I would've stayed guarded

A deer in headlight

Soon to be dearly departed

Cause dear since we parted its part of Me

Clogged up like arteries

Only way that I get off of it is when I'm on

Mary Jane

Why it feel like all the buds

I have packed in a bowl

Guess that's how I roll

Get lit on my own

Made some shit I own

Did this on my own

Lonely stoner poems

No pity party, party all alone

No parade, but I'm gon' float

Wonder how I'll start a wave

I'll bank and then I'll coast

They say the lonely stoner

Frees his mind at night

I guess I fit my role

The lonely stoner

Frees his mind at night

As long as he got O's

And my high rise like Figaro

Bitch I float when times low

I was just 22 on 22 Forgiato

Used to have a twin or two

Just to change my mood

Never took it as game

When the family feud

Another lonely stoner bowl

Alone in his room

Another lonely star bawls

Alone in his room

Ain't nobody he call

When he feeling doom

Mary Jane, the only one

That be goin' through

Whatever I'm goin' through

End hell while inhaling you

Miss me with the bullshit

Never been the cool kid

Heart right on my sleeve

I wear it like my favorite outfit

Always been an outfit

Never really fit In

Puzzled how my peace

Was never fitting