Lyrics

You don't know where I'm at I ain't easy to find Made it Too far can't leave it behind They couldn't equal up to me in they prime At the drop of a dime I can meet with a dime I could see the design Fell apart from within She fell asleep in my lap We was parked at the cliff I don't ponder what if I just get up and get To where it's at in the back or on the stage with a spliff Talking shit My alias More known than my real name The craziest shit Behind the alias real pain Vice She got a lil deal breaker She don't like weed I'm not too fond of a pill taker Roll a spliff now prolly deal with my feelings later like when I'm in the stu Young lucrative innovative you know the mood You know the truth a celestial texting you I'm not the best for you I got a mess in the schedule A scatter brain writing out thoughts illegible Way I'm moving if I get caught It's federal Fuck At work smelling like ZaZa residue and Chanel bleu Impressed with the lies she telling you Tellin' me Fuckin lies I was hearing truth Let them loose lips burn ships kill the sailors too Acetaminophen was found in my liver too 4 hydros kill the pain All I feel is blue Strong heels bet I'm lifting up Achillies too I ain't a God But she on her knees wet holy water Virgin Mary Said she cum but I ain't done yet I flip her over and those back shots feeling marvelous nigga I'm her one and only fan but if I post this fucking video We bound to get a hundred grand Hundred bands Spend it all Life is hell So in the meantime Ima fuck spit And slang dick nigga Yeah Niggas and Bitches Wow You are now tuned into Forest Green Radio
Writer(s): Myles Brock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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