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Blunts & O.J.
by Dallas Ford
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This is my project
I really hope you like it
I drove my Jeep down to the coffee shop
When I got there grabbed the O.J. off the counter top
I ignored her, but the waitress told me "you should stop"
Walked right out the store and lit my blunt - I don't talk a lot
J.D. and Frankie-Boy will get it boomin'
They cookin' wit us so lil' Rick about to get the chewin'
Burnin' up in the sun so I stick to movin'
That's why ain't no one believe me when I tell em' Cuban
That's okay doe, Hey doe, spreadin' all this love like its mayo
And that's a shout to Cleo
Hey Jake, I'mma get 'em if you say so
Long as Mammy got the crib and I can lay low
This orange drink tastes right with a Wood heated
Man these thots just distract me they should all beat it
I'm hard to coach, yet I'm still succeeding
Spittin' all this gas out the pump to fill ya motor - I'm so unleaded
His mind was sharper than a razor blade
He dulled it down with the substance that he ate away
If he pops a pill he knows it won't take the pain away
Maybe he just don't feel like feelin' all that pain today
And ain't nobody notice me
A Curry Case though, let me see that stroke from three
Me gusta sports, muy atléico, but rock Supreme
People think I'm Marshawn Lynch the way these girlies hold my D
Me and Gage gamin' in the basement
The smell of smoke and mild depression lingers on our faces
They say you only score in life if you use the laces
That's not true, how could I have ever met you?
Let's take it back to my childhood
Kiddy ball and Jesse, Jack would make me smile good
Tell my mom I'm smart, skip class like a clown should
Punched a fuckin' wall and left a crater where my house stood
This is when I started seeing stuff
Momma said it's probably cause you couldn't sleep enough
I said "Yeah, if Momma said it, then it's probably true"
Really I just need another woman I can parlay to
A quick break from intensity
Her curvy places, I just wanna feel the densities
I lost my other half, that was oh so dense of me
I was kind, then she pulled my sweet tooth - dentistry
You see B4D Boys we in the building
Lock ya-self inside ya bedroom how we make ya feelin'
Me and Jake got some lyrics you might find appealin'
I looked and asked 10, "where the fuck the ceiling?"
And what a Curious Case that was
This project was manifested by myself and many others
And I really hope you like it
Thank you for the Second Chances
This is my project
I really hope you like it
I drove my Jeep down to the coffee shop
When I got there grabbed the O.J. off the counter top
I ignored her, but the waitress told me "you should stop"
Walked right out the store and lit my blunt - I don't talk a lot
J.D. and Frankie-Boy will get it boomin'
They cookin' wit us so lil' Rick about to get the chewin'
Burnin' up in the sun so I stick to movin'
That's why ain't no one believe me when I tell em' Cuban
That's okay doe, Hey doe, spreadin' all this love like its mayo
And that's a shout to Cleo
Hey Jake, I'mma get 'em if you say so
Long as Mammy got the crib and I can lay low
This orange drink tastes right with a Wood heated
Man these thots just distract me they should all beat it
I'm hard to coach, yet I'm still succeeding
Spittin' all this gas out the pump to fill ya motor - I'm so unleaded
His mind was sharper than a razor blade
He dulled it down with the substance that he ate away
If he pops a pill he knows it won't take the pain away
Maybe he just don't feel like feelin' all that pain today
And ain't nobody notice me
A Curry Case though, let me see that stroke from three
Me gusta sports, muy atléico, but rock Supreme
People think I'm Marshawn Lynch the way these girlies hold my D
Me and Gage gamin' in the basement
The smell of smoke and mild depression lingers on our faces
They say you only score in life if you use the laces
That's not true, how could I have ever met you?
Let's take it back to my childhood
Kiddy ball and Jesse, Jack would make me smile good
Tell my mom I'm smart, skip class like a clown should
Punched a fuckin' wall and left a crater where my house stood
This is when I started seeing stuff
Momma said it's probably cause you couldn't sleep enough
I said "Yeah, if Momma said it, then it's probably true"
Really I just need another woman I can parlay to
A quick break from intensity
Her curvy places, I just wanna feel the densities
I lost my other half, that was oh so dense of me
I was kind, then she pulled my sweet tooth - dentistry
You see B4D Boys we in the building
Lock ya-self inside ya bedroom how we make ya feelin'
Me and Jake got some lyrics you might find appealin'
I looked and asked 10, "where the fuck the ceiling?"
And what a Curious Case that was
This project was manifested by myself and many others
And I really hope you like it
Thank you for the Second Chances
