Stickyola

Trippin' off the odor My señora, getting colder Hold up, stickyola Gotta roll up Whole blunt I stuff it full, hope it don't fall over Oh na na na na show, baby gotta show her new persona She's a dancer, she's the answer I don't know the reason why I never take my chances Never been the type to always think about romantics No oh no Baby I think I'm onna this side I gotta really think about it gotta decide I'm posted up and with my gang don't come on dis side I'm really zoned off icky sticky ain't been dis high You stay fresh on my mind You stay there all the time Making your way to the part of my brain where I imagine that you're all mine You're all mine Don't try to leave, focus on yourself I can't give it up to no one else Don't come and go, focus on ya soul You keep having visions of yourself I don't wanna keep on blocking all my prayers I don't wanna see my friends turn into strangers You've been thinking bout me girl (Hoo hoo) You've been thing bout me girl Am I lifted you got me in a trance Am I twisted for giving you a chance It's time to leave when the feelings don't enhance It's time to light it when nobody understands Stay in your seat lil mama wassup Yeah I got the heat on my momma what's good Love ain't the answer to a troubled nigga like me But you know I love when you running through my psyche You're like me