64 Bit
I gone run off like a Martian
Another planet that's the target
So I start it
Just a little muhfucka big hearted
But I could show the opposition like heartless
I'm not heartless
I just put my whole heart in this
Excuse me with no pardons from the parliament
I got the parchment
All caked up with dabs
I'm goin krusty
With the cash
Just like krabs
Goddamn
She lookin' like a big body Cadillac from the back
Damn girl you kno that ain't bad
I wanna hit the gas a tad
Up on the mic don't use no pad
Up in the booth tryna right a track
Now everybody wanna text me back
You could say I'm a certified patient
So I roll with a marijuana fragrance
You could say I'm a certified patient
So I roll with a marijuana fragrance
Yo where you been
What's your favorite
I'm just tryna go to all these places
Like Jamaica
Maken her walk with a limp
Imma good guy i ain't never been a gimp
Lights to bright I needa hit that shit dim
I'm just runnin outa seconds
Lookin for a blessin
Yeah this force ain't to be reckoned
If you step forward then you gone get taught a lesson
Or seven
Man it's time to go n check in
Everyone I know in a bungalow
I'm not one to outgo
I just lay low, like metro
Slide out the back door
Work the brush like van gogh
Now I needa go aye
Everyone I know in a bungalow
I'm not one to outgo
I just lay low, like metro
Slide out the back door
Work the brush like van gogh
Now I needa go aye
Another planet that's the target
So I start it
Just a little muhfucka big hearted
But I could show the opposition like heartless
I'm not heartless
I just put my whole heart in this
Excuse me with no pardons from the parliament
I got the parchment
All caked up with dabs
I'm goin krusty
With the cash
Just like krabs
Goddamn
She lookin' like a big body Cadillac from the back
Damn girl you kno that ain't bad
I wanna hit the gas a tad
Up on the mic don't use no pad
Up in the booth tryna right a track
Now everybody wanna text me back
You could say I'm a certified patient
So I roll with a marijuana fragrance
You could say I'm a certified patient
So I roll with a marijuana fragrance
Yo where you been
What's your favorite
I'm just tryna go to all these places
Like Jamaica
Maken her walk with a limp
Imma good guy i ain't never been a gimp
Lights to bright I needa hit that shit dim
I'm just runnin outa seconds
Lookin for a blessin
Yeah this force ain't to be reckoned
If you step forward then you gone get taught a lesson
Or seven
Man it's time to go n check in
Everyone I know in a bungalow
I'm not one to outgo
I just lay low, like metro
Slide out the back door
Work the brush like van gogh
Now I needa go aye
Everyone I know in a bungalow
I'm not one to outgo
I just lay low, like metro
Slide out the back door
Work the brush like van gogh
Now I needa go aye
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Writer(s): Nick Hoover
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