Catalina Wine Mixer
Slick J
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Okay Let's get it What do you see (Tell me what you see) Pills depression and drugs Look in his eyes and see his pain It can be hard to spot the clear skies While running in the rain But realize they telling real lies within this fucking game A real lie is to tell you That real lies within this game If you want to know the truth Since he died I ain't been the same Eight years later and my soul still cries when I hear his name I don't know why he did it I just can't go and do the same Everybody out here switching up for a dollar and some fame They don't think that I can so that's the reason I will I got a dollar and a dream tryna turn a bill to a mill And then a mill to a bill Stack that shit through the ceil' I'm smoking weed on the hill I be smoking weed just to chill This is for the days when I woke up feeling empty as f*ck When you give and they take but don't receive shit that shit suck Kill and die about who I love so don't be pressing your luck I ain't a killa I ain't a thug but I'm leaving you stuck They asking me like Jonny what got you so mad Is it the stress of life or are you missing your dad That shit happened 8 years ago you shouldn't be sad You ever have suicidal thoughts Well yeah just a tad Aye but sadly for y'all I'm not going out bad I made a promise to my momma I'm a man of my word I didn't come this far to come this far I thought that you heard Lone Wolf up in this shit Y'all can go run with the herd Bitch I'm balling like I'm bird Hardest white boy out the burbs But I'm in San Antonio eating at LuLu's with the Spurs She ride the dick with no spurs Smoking weed with chauffeurs Get rich and cop like 4 furs Some yellow Loui loafers And the Nike Air Mags Some pink Gucci Air Bags To match the blue dolorean ride in the sky with no tags Got more swag than 4 fags Get these beats some toe tags I'm out here unloading clips ima need some more mags Look He mad cause she laughing and thinking I'm funny Run off wit your girl cause I don't need your money She calling me Pooh when she giving me honey I feel like Hugh Hefner I need me a bunny I'd take her to philly where it's always sunny Then f*ck on her face till her nose gets runny I don't got to do shit I chose this sonny He talking that shit expose this dummy Marty Mcfly I go hard in the paint I'm smoking on gas this ain't what you think You smoking on ass you ain't smoking no stank You need some propane go hit my boy hank I feel like Knighthawk I wanna make bank At the Catalina Wine Mixer puffing on dank Catalina Wine Mixer puffing on dank Four in the mornin' I just smoked a fucking roach I had to leave the game Cause I smacked the fucking coach My weed ain't the same You can smell it don't approach You can smell it don't approach
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