7 days a week, 7 different freaks But I got tired of fucking hoes so I just smoke and count my cheese Watching Godfather, leather couches, flat screens I say I'm on this marathon, she ask me "what does that mean? " Ain't no puff and pass please, roll your own I do the same Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryin' to pick my brain Yo boyfirend is a lame that's why you're not used to this game And if you looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane Ex named my landing gear cause I don't need no runway My final destination is some clouds and a oneway Fucking with them streets, ain't no stranger to this gun play But I now I eat these beats and I don't ever take this lunch break Back to back swisha sweets, never grown no sober shit Post traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping with So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this 30 thousand feet up, I cross the atlantic ocean with a pack of Swisha's [? ] and I ain't even open yet I'm tryin' to live my life so when it's over I got no regrets Keys to success, multiply what you approach it with Got to roll a dice but the first time that you can go legit, Seize the opportunity, believe and take control of it Than get on your marathon and grind it till it's over with Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with My trunk is in my roof eh, you know who you rollin' with
O know a place we can go Where you can be yourself You ain't gotta worry And we ain't gotta rush, cause we ain't in no hurry You can't be afraid to let go You gotta let go of yourself But you ain't gotta worry, cause this gon take some time But we not in no hurryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
