Lyrics:
son left for the fields today
He's a fourth generation
Works good with his hands
Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart
And boy he loves
vibe, you's bad vibes
So we smoke good on the bad days for a great flight (Great flight)
I'm on one, I'm too lit
I'm on my third blunt (Third blunt, third
is like the stars without the sky
I wish that I can take back every day that I made you cry
I'd be wrong if I didn't, cause you always stood by my side
blue sometimes the sky
Mother earth in pain oh how she cry
Behavior like there ain't no tomorrow
From nature take a page and follow
Before the road get
acting like a Judas
Think about your daughter and the future that she'll get
If you try to back out now, man I'll fucken break your neck
Woah! Woah! Chill
Ridin' down the boulevard I'm headin' right for the trees
Sky has faded to grey and all my lights turn green
Runaway I see he gets help by pumpin'
to the beginning
Then would you want me to stay?
[Verse 3]
Hell naw, look
You got to be kidding me, right?
We’re getting too good
This feeling it should
Be fading
Well, mama was exhausted
After she had me
It took two nurses to hold me
One nurse to slap me
Doctor turned to mama
And shook his head
Wiped
Chillin in the corner
With some groupies
Sippin' white wine
I'm aint Pop Smoke
But you know
That she my bae tonight
I been feigning for your presence
And these seconds running by the minute cause your no longer in my presence
No longer open presents
No longer
thinkin' that everythin' is right but your destined for doom
mothafucka you cant fuck with me
cause i get evil and satanical all up in your face homie
and i
You want me, I want you too
I start it off by telling you I'm not good for you
Was dancing all night with you
Don't make me promise you that I won't
Well, momma was exhausted after she had me
It took two nurses to hold me and one nurse to slap me
Doctor turned to momma and shook his head
Wiped
wrong with me
I know the money's good but buddy can't you see
You can't take it with you and that ain't no lie
I don't wanna let 'em get me I'm too
Ernie's a real good kid
He does his chores
At home at night he's rotting inside
No where else to turn
He walks off
Empties his aggression by
to me.
I should be happy,
Prime of my life.
Single and wild and far from free.
And bound by all this variety.
And now there's too much of everything,
Did
I've been pokin' it
Love the way you twerkin' it off
Molly molly percocet shorty
Spark a flame we ain't sober yet
Live for nights we gon' forget
Shit
Everyone ain't loyal
Got to watch the company I keep
Bitches thotting niggas plotting
So for safety, I keep it off safety
Please don't stand too close
my turf blessed
'Cause they all sinning
Yah
I be all good
By the end of the night
Yah
And she asked
Can I stay it feels so nice
And I said yeah yeah
you know I aint quitting nigga
We all got choices and you chose to be a broke nigga
Signed yo bitch to the team cuz she a Go getter
We all got idols in
Feeling hella dipped
Don't you check a bitch
Too intelligent
Check the melanin
When she coming in
Flip way
Which way
This way
That way
I'll give it to you
Well the flowered rug don't bother me,
If she doesn't say that I look like a
Gonna take her to the dead show,
Gonna take her on the open
like a ballerina
Feel like gettin my dick wet, callin up marisa , gina ,
Fuck it ill settle for lisa cuz she the meanest eater
Tried to hide so many
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