Woke late it's cool Woke late skip school Got high too soon You a god damn fool I be breaking my own rules And These dudes love talk what they gon do I need a cottenele roll for the shit that I'm going through I should thought it through I know I never do And now she callin me And never callin you I miss my old girl I miss my everything I swear to god woulda gave that ass the wedding ring But we older now movin on to better things And all these slimey folks the only thing the Chedda brings I let her breathe Give her room Dig it I try hit to my old friends but they all bitches I tried to go back to college but it wasn't the business Only time I'm ever there was to smoke to kick it Haven't seen ya ass minutes u should come to visit I really miss your vision I really miss your presence Thinking bout u every time I'm singing We should up and get it
I hit the weed fall back Rip to the old me Put it on the grave all caps Only holiday hellos what's ya fuckin opinion on that Momma said how u gonna take this life and go risk it on rap
Guess you never seen the bigger picture I'm walking in the booth with a joint And fifth liquor Every year I'm getting slicker I hate to say it every time the ladies comin quicker Every week she gettin thicker Every show the money bigger Now I'm finnaly seein figures Now we finnaly eatin dinner On the low when we fell out I was fuckin around with ya sister Me and Brownie got a vault sittin full of those heavy hitters Typa shit when u hear it gon give u mafuckin shivers But As of late when I wake I be thinking like damn I miss herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
