Stoned

Throwing your feelings in the trash
I hope this life is everlasting
I was broke and I was fasting
I need payment all in cash
Did the dash and now I'm crashing
Got a cool hundred in the stash
Wrap your face up with masking tape
Do you love me yea I'm asking great
We all die alone that's our fate
Busting right through the gate
Hustle might have to wait
Kissing right on her nape
In the tub like a bathing ape
Please don't save me yea I'm straight
At least I think so
Smokin gas at the CitGo
I smack her ass like a pimp ho
Yeah I gotta get go
Money off the rip like a Beyblade, yeah I'm spendin

Depending on the way look at me
I might reassure you that I'm ok
In a daze high off that haze
Look at the fire inside me when I blaze
I just wanna see you naked
When I'm baked I can tell when you fake it
What is Satan?
I think he likes me
Where is God? I don't know, tread lightly
Ayo what the fuck?
Got a girl and she love to suck
Got another girl with a big ol' butt
I'm a player so I only hit it once
Pass it on cause I'm in a rush
Play my cards got a royal flush
We lay in bed like two pieces of shit
Swear we're cut from the same cloth
Put her cunt in a head lock
Yeah, I am so legit, ha
Im so cold, she licked my pole, her tongue got stuck
On a roll, won't sell my soul, I got good luck
Pay the toll, so like I said, her face got fucked
Never told on my bro's, wont get locked up
Got a glock in my pocket, keep it tucked
I take off like a rocket, I don't do the talkin
Hit her like a robot boxing, rock it sock it
We both wearing Timbs so you know the boots knockin
She's a champion, she loves my cock and balls
I cum and then she gets to know me like the hidden cave behind the waterfall
Good pussy, personality, she got it all
I like her temper
Always like semper
High fidelity no lo fi
Swear she got me like oh my
But I can't ever love her
Still don't put nothing above her

Throwing your feelings in the trash
I hope this life is everlasting
I was broke and I was fasting
I need payment all in cash
Did the dash and now I'm crashing
Got a cool hundred in the stash
Wrap your face up with masking tape
Do you love me yea I'm asking great
We all die alone that's our fate
Busting right through the gate
Hustle might have to wait
Kissing right on her nape
In the tub like a bathing ape
Please don't save me yea I'm straight
At least I think so
Smokin gas at the CitGo
I smack her ass like a pimp ho
Yeah I gotta get go
Money off the rip like a Beyblade, yeah I'm spendin



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Writer(s): Alec Foss
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