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Yah Yo, heh-heh I was snot-nosed, cross-eyed, dozing off, and stealing shit Stalked-home, wide-eyed, rolling past the dealership Like: "oo, need me one of them" -- and "oo, fuck the fundamentals" -- you Could be one of them to make it out your residential Who'd of thought I'd get a sec, or more than momma' interest Imma fuck the ceiling up -- y'all ain't seen my limits yet Crash into the Heavens' gates and stumble down the center steps Emerging on the interstate while shawty gave me intellect, and oo It don't fit well, family in abyss still Forty guzzle, forty water, playing off a twin twelves Off the muscle, someone thought of rolling while I fishtail Thought I'd get some money mining tack, I guess that ship sailed Heh, met a demon by the airport and he told me (what'd he say) "Everybody with some weed is not your homie" (that's a given) "Everybody with a million probably lonely" (but they living) "Everybody need fulfillment and it's only fed a few ways" Pulled up out my momma's, but I'm off and out the suitcase Stock into the saving, imma pop it on my Bruce Wayne I be off the Jamie, but tonight I'm off the Dusse Benna booked the flight, it wasn't up until my truce came, heh Now I'm all-in this bitch We've been sipping, got it twitching, and it's all-in this wrist Letras de cancionesBitch, I live for bad decisions -- I love calling in sick What's the good in having fun if it's all-in the sense? And if I know one thing it's I don't know none But a smoke-life hound need both lungs Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run If I know one thing it's I don't know none But a smoke-life hound need both lungs Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run Yo Hit the park around ten By eleven, it's weed By twelve, we were sipping, linking with hoes every week Just a kid with some friends probably too old for his good But, at school, he the leader -- maybe he's misunderstood? Maybe it's due to the block, maybe it's due to the net Maybe it's due to the scotch, I tell my father's regrets Maybe it's due to free-will: a kid in church, I was slapped I'm popping Adderall like Limitless and failing my tests We wasn't college-bound We was headed southeast on the five to hit a college-town Trying to find whoever with the shits -- they had a solid count Rarely -- I mean rarely -- do we show up and it's all announced Go head, pass it all around Now I'm in a meeting, they be like: "how's all that sound?" Goofy students' stupid watch Show up on they pot-a-pound Used to pray I'd get a shot Bitch, I do the calling now We was trying imagine that they asking if we all in-town And that be rare 'cause I'm missing half the time Just the symptoms how I'm living Getting lifted, lacking sight In the vision, knew it's different when she grab me from the flight Pick me up and I said nothing, but she didn't ask me why, man Said If I know one thing it's I don't know none But the damaged try to dream and then their hope dies Rode a battleship for healing shit -- it's post up Oh, the HD spitter, HD -- get the close up Said, if I know one thing it's I don't know none But a smoke-life hound need both lungs Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run If I know one thing it's I don't know none But a smoke-life hound need both lungs Be alert in case it's twelve and your folks come Think I'll finally be a man today -- I don't run Don't run Don't run Don't run Don't run Sometimes, I forget to be grateful From Letras Mania