Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Often Spaced
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ C-Jay
Producer
Lyrics
If u wanna chill baby... then u smoking...
U might wanna chill... cuz the sour potent...
I just wanna feel... on ya body slowly...
Toking on blunt... laying, as you blow me...
Keep it really never phoney
I just wanna deal, yearly a mult mill
In the bank, can We rob it just double up for thrills
Got the Ill insurance, still grin to it
I done cut my losses, done been through it
I be going Inuit, Eskimo cold nomad on the road tryna feed the fam
Foes be always tryna play the boy like I'm Peter Pan
I just blaze an album and a blunt, like at least a gram
Tryna not to crease my vans... tip toeing in my Steve kerrs
Not Jordan's, I vary up my sneakers
Always wearing black or grey and grey, pants and my t-shirts
Drinking liquor... smoking gas, spitting ether
Please her, with reefer I ain't that ashy, Frenching Mary Jane, Other women mad at me
Ima show them how to roll and spit them clouds out
Low key persona, to my homies ima loud mouth
Causing up a ruckus acting up and getting bounced out
I'm the North Star never took the south route
We off the wall (we off the wall)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
Thugs, pros, and punks
We got em all (we got em all)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
Grinding like a skateboard
We ballers need to play more
Melt ya funny face off
All jokes Side, yea we all down to ride
And we race off
I be in the Dodge, dodging drama hittin bongs
Say I don't believe in god
But I got a little cross I never take off
We off the wall (we off the wall)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
Thugs, pros, and punks
We got em all (we got em all)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
We off the wall (we off the wall)
Grinding like a skateboard
We ballers need to play more
If u wanna chill... u gotta be about me and the team
Plus the green, medicine, everything in between, then Proceed to
Run around with me while I'm doing all illegal
Mischief, and when I'm just chillin with my people
Opaque, no I AInt ever being see through
No way, something I would never just agree to
I'm So baked, but I'll eat a brownie if I need to
And smoke face, blunts hold it in until my cheeks blue
Oh I'm High again, Yuh, I burned the trees down
Smoky the bear don't even care that's its weed, wow
I can't even hear I'm just vibing playing beats loud
Pull up a chair and just cheer if I freestyle
Fuck a K, Q, or A, J, cuz the G's wild
I play my cards right, I'm Dudley Cartwright
I'm taking shots while pointing fingers to the bar fights
We Don't get involved,and if we do I guess it's alright
Please Don't test the squad or it's gonna be a long night
Yours remote shooters, and my duders always onsite...
Writer(s): Often Spaced
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