Bluntvilles on the Beach
Bluntville's on the beach
Ain't seen my mother in weeks
Start off my day and I ain't even sleep
Look in the mirror and what do I see
(What do I see?)
A young nigga
Bad grades but not a dumb nigga
Got good music but no funds nigga
Like ye in the summer
Before he met hov or dropped that cruel summer
College dropout well I might be another
Know it'd hurt my mother
She know that I love her
But I just can't do it
(I just can't do it mama)
I graduate to another level making music
The shit I can't tell you when you ask me how I'm doing
Unfocused like a camera lens
Dreams of a big body benz with a drop top you can see me in
With a stripper bitch named peppermint who pay her own rent
And got her own shit and just want me for a good time and some good dick now
That's a good dream and some real shit
Class clown serving gas now
Hard times pressed for cash now
Either making plays or selling rap sounds
Mary Jane is how I maintain
Been more fried than a plantain
Cause these problems make a nigga wanna pull a cobain
Oh mane
Woahhh
Life got way too many highs and lows
Oh oh
Sooo
I smoke my bluntville right by the shorreee
Woah
Bluntvilles on the beach and I'm smoking weed with my woes
Woah
As of late life been surreal
Ain't been searching for a deal
Music make me wanna chill
Shit I'm saying sending chills, all through your body
I'm way too gone in my head you won't find me
I'm a different breed drive a 6 speed whip
That's faster than some of these thotties
I'm that nigga yeen aint gotta remind me
Held me back I gotta put you behind me
You was hating when this shit was hobby
Now I'm hotter than some fuckin wasabi
Man for my beats knocked they was knockin me
And when this tape drop they'll be jockin me
Lying acting like they rockin with me
Cause my talent got these birds flockin to me
No suppositions bout my intentions
Make me cringe ion wanna hear it
Seeing less talent rappin for appearance
But progress is a process so until I make it it ain't no rest
Just on the beach with a bluntville plottin what my move gone be next
Woahhh
Life got way too many highs and lows
Loowwss
Sooo
Sooo
I smoke my bluntville right by the shorreee
Could I ask for more?
Bluntvilles on the beach and I'm smoking weed with my woes
Woah
Ain't seen my mother in weeks
Start off my day and I ain't even sleep
Look in the mirror and what do I see
(What do I see?)
A young nigga
Bad grades but not a dumb nigga
Got good music but no funds nigga
Like ye in the summer
Before he met hov or dropped that cruel summer
College dropout well I might be another
Know it'd hurt my mother
She know that I love her
But I just can't do it
(I just can't do it mama)
I graduate to another level making music
The shit I can't tell you when you ask me how I'm doing
Unfocused like a camera lens
Dreams of a big body benz with a drop top you can see me in
With a stripper bitch named peppermint who pay her own rent
And got her own shit and just want me for a good time and some good dick now
That's a good dream and some real shit
Class clown serving gas now
Hard times pressed for cash now
Either making plays or selling rap sounds
Mary Jane is how I maintain
Been more fried than a plantain
Cause these problems make a nigga wanna pull a cobain
Oh mane
Woahhh
Life got way too many highs and lows
Oh oh
Sooo
I smoke my bluntville right by the shorreee
Woah
Bluntvilles on the beach and I'm smoking weed with my woes
Woah
As of late life been surreal
Ain't been searching for a deal
Music make me wanna chill
Shit I'm saying sending chills, all through your body
I'm way too gone in my head you won't find me
I'm a different breed drive a 6 speed whip
That's faster than some of these thotties
I'm that nigga yeen aint gotta remind me
Held me back I gotta put you behind me
You was hating when this shit was hobby
Now I'm hotter than some fuckin wasabi
Man for my beats knocked they was knockin me
And when this tape drop they'll be jockin me
Lying acting like they rockin with me
Cause my talent got these birds flockin to me
No suppositions bout my intentions
Make me cringe ion wanna hear it
Seeing less talent rappin for appearance
But progress is a process so until I make it it ain't no rest
Just on the beach with a bluntville plottin what my move gone be next
Woahhh
Life got way too many highs and lows
Loowwss
Sooo
Sooo
I smoke my bluntville right by the shorreee
Could I ask for more?
Bluntvilles on the beach and I'm smoking weed with my woes
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Heyward
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