Pour Up (Interlude)
Yeaaa, Yeaaa
Yeaaa, Yeaaa
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
One sip, two hits, three flicks
That's just how it is
One sip, two hits, three flicks
I do it all again
One sip, two hits, three flicks
That's just how it is
One sip, two hits, three flicks
I do it all again
Faded on the side, we we're seeing someone
I was dating on the side, I was seeing double
Then she found out, I'm in a sea of trouble
Sanchez with the ball, one yard then a fumble
Popping rocks, you can hear the crunch crackle
Pouring up mud and Jim Bean apple
Pour one up if you've ever had a struggle
Or pour one out if you ain't in the huddle
(Uh Huh)
(Uh)
(Yea)
(It's True One Time)
I been gone for some time now
Tryna clear my mind now
The feeling's so blind now
Got me feeling so tied down
We tryna make plans in this motherfucker
All you do is pop xans in this motherfucker
I'm just tryna reconnect in this motherfucker
Make you feel so blessed in this motherfucker
Gotta chase the bag and make yourself a living, brotha'
Gotta get the bag and give back to my only mother
Said you'd be by my side but you never was
Got me hotboxing the ride and pouring up the mud
Yeaaa, Yeaaa
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
One sip, two hits, three flicks
That's just how it is
One sip, two hits, three flicks
I do it all again
One sip, two hits, three flicks
That's just how it is
One sip, two hits, three flicks
I do it all again
Faded on the side, we we're seeing someone
I was dating on the side, I was seeing double
Then she found out, I'm in a sea of trouble
Sanchez with the ball, one yard then a fumble
Popping rocks, you can hear the crunch crackle
Pouring up mud and Jim Bean apple
Pour one up if you've ever had a struggle
Or pour one out if you ain't in the huddle
(Uh Huh)
(Uh)
(Yea)
(It's True One Time)
I been gone for some time now
Tryna clear my mind now
The feeling's so blind now
Got me feeling so tied down
We tryna make plans in this motherfucker
All you do is pop xans in this motherfucker
I'm just tryna reconnect in this motherfucker
Make you feel so blessed in this motherfucker
Gotta chase the bag and make yourself a living, brotha'
Gotta get the bag and give back to my only mother
Said you'd be by my side but you never was
Got me hotboxing the ride and pouring up the mud
Credits
Writer(s): C. Weiner
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