Life Is Not the Same :(~
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Life is not the same and i don't know why
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Life is not the same and i don't know why
Grandma told me that i prolly wouldn't make it
Damn okay then after all the making of all my creations
You stated to all ya agents and most ya friends that tried to replace him
Most occasions i ain't stating how i'm feeling
But lately my heart is cooking like bacon thinking my parents seem to be anxious
For me to fuck up my heads messed up too much weed in my lungs yea
Too much fake around me bruh can't talk no more i let pain run it's course till it erupts
At the worst time to someone who doesn't give a fuck
I'm silent most times we ain't vibing cuz i'm awkward after fighting
And damn i'm tryna get you back but you stuck on someone so wack
What's rap something that i can't give up i get my weed i roll my blunts
Make sure its fat so i get high as doves smoke because i wanted too you dumb
You don't know me huh i'm donte millz that skinny young determined kid
Who doesn't give a fuck give a fuck
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Yea, yea can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Prolly cuz ya high
Got it on the side
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
Can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Life is not the same and i don't know why
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Life is not the same and i don't know why
Grandma told me that i prolly wouldn't make it
Damn okay then after all the making of all my creations
You stated to all ya agents and most ya friends that tried to replace him
Most occasions i ain't stating how i'm feeling
But lately my heart is cooking like bacon thinking my parents seem to be anxious
For me to fuck up my heads messed up too much weed in my lungs yea
Too much fake around me bruh can't talk no more i let pain run it's course till it erupts
At the worst time to someone who doesn't give a fuck
I'm silent most times we ain't vibing cuz i'm awkward after fighting
And damn i'm tryna get you back but you stuck on someone so wack
What's rap something that i can't give up i get my weed i roll my blunts
Make sure its fat so i get high as doves smoke because i wanted too you dumb
You don't know me huh i'm donte millz that skinny young determined kid
Who doesn't give a fuck give a fuck
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Yea, yea can't remember me prolly cuz ya high
Prolly cuz ya high
Got it on the side
Rolling wit the weed got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
Got it on the side
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Writer(s): Donte Millz
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