Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ezra.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ezra.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malume LiieLow
Producer
Jaydon Mutombo
Engineer
Lyrics
Walking down my street
Heard this beat
That shit hitting
Forces on my feet
And they heat
I feel pretty
Stash it by my feet
I pop 3
I'm too litty
Tryna run my city
But I'm slipping
I feel geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
I'm too geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Let's roll a spliffy
A thicky
That sticky-icky
I hit the fader
The hazer
Just like a razor
I gotta wake up
No faking
The lucid dreaming
I gotta wake up
No waiting
Stop with the playing
(Yea)
I'm too geeked (I'm way too geeked I'm way too)
Smoking trees (I smoke weed)
Then I stare at trees(Yeah I like trees)
Ice up in my veins
I don't walk
I just ski (Like Sean White up in this)
Diamond dust up in these lines (I'm shining bright up in this)
And they shine and they gleam
I know I'm up in line
Move the pole away from me
Think her name was Psilo
It was like some poetry
She was a bad kisser, but it didn't work for me
Then I went to cheat
Think her name was LSD
She vibes with me
Her shit aligning me
She never tiring me
And she so damn fine to me
It's like I won the lottery
And she a God to me
She shape me up like pottery
But through the flattery
I think I lost a part of me
Walking down my street
Heard this beat
That shit hitting
Forces on my feet
And they heat
I feel pretty
Stash it by my feet
I pop 3
I'm too litty
Tryna run my city
But I'm slipping
I feel geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
I'm too geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Geeked
Lost up in the sauce
Even though I never eat it
Writer's block on Michael Jackson
'Cuz I feel I'll never beat it
Run the court I need some action
Glasses on like Reggie Jackson
NBA and FOG
But the kicks are undefeated
When I spit, I leave them speechless
Your mentality a demon
You could pull up in a demon
But you posted up in meetings
I be grinding just for me and
I be grinding so we feast
Need a condo by the beach
So I can post up with the team
Heard the Fanta pretty sweet
So I dashed it up with lean
But the lean got THC
I forget that I can sing
I forget that I can write
I forget bout everything
Hit a dab from out that thing
I be feeling like a king
Heard the Fanta pretty sweet
So I dashed it up with lean
But the lean got THC
I forget that I can sing
I forget that I can write
I forget bout everything
Hit a dab from out that thing
I be feeling like a king
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