Drinking Smart Water and shit
They say that everybody love you when you got
Money coming in man that love'll never stop
And everybody love you when you the one with the pot
Run boy run you gon' be forever hot
But ain't nobody love you when the record player stop
And ain't nobody love you when you only got a roach
But he gon' still rock till this mixtape drop
Run boy run you gon' be forever dope
I wanna cover Rolling Stone
Then break some tree up on a magazine and roll a stone
My tank's on E I'm about to be fuckin' rolling home
Macaulay Culkin can't believe how much I'm home alone
I got a feeling I'm in presence of a spirit
I've only seen it twice
But every night
I fuckin' hear it
It gives me bunny ears when I look into the mirror
My dreams need visine so I can see them clearer
And clearer
And clearer
You gon' be forever dope
I got dreams, that make the sky look low
Got dreams, that make the Pope say whoa
Got dreams, that make my ex feel bad
I've been with it for a minute where's my record deal at?
I got dreams, that make the sky look low
Got dreams, that make the Pope say whoa
Got dreams, that make my ex feel bad
I've been with it for a minute where's my record deal at?
They say that everybody love you when you got
Money coming in man that love'll never stop
And everybody love you when you the one with the pot
Run boy run you gon' be forever hot
But ain't nobody love you when the record player stop
And ain't nobody love you when you only got a roach
But he gon' still rock till this mixtape drop
Run boy run you gon' be forever dope
Ever dope, motherfucker
Take a toke, motherfucker
This might be the realist shit you ever smoked, motherfucker
Man this rap shit is easy, peasy lemon squeezy
Excuse me I'm cheesy
And roll my blunts on a Ouija
When I get bored
You see me
I'm at the door
With some Buddha
Instead of Coors
Cause the Bud has got me wiser
Than Feeny behind the fence
(?) Believe the boy
I'm gone
To Neverland
Neverland
Peter Pan
In my hand
I got dreams, that make the sky look low
Got dreams, that make the Pope say whoa
Got dreams, that make my ex feel bad
I've been with it for a minute where's my record deal at?
I got dreams, that make the sky look low
Got dreams, that make the Pope say whoa
Got dreams, that make my ex feel bad
I've been with it for a minute where's my record deal at?
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