Comatose

Fuck bout the paper and money
Your flex is so funny my nose getting runny
I make a stack and I'll run it
No word out in public, we all doin' something
I'm eating good you on cheerios
Packing old beef we don't carry those
Put a hand under the pantyhose
Tell her I love her then fall out like dominos
Building on skills I'm an architect
Smoking some herb where the garden at
Spinning my words like a pirouette
I heard you capping, no percocet
I might say fuck it
Youth
Service we run it
You tripping off something, go comatose
Locked in you still bumping
We got the block jumping
This shit ain't for nothing, our door is closed



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Terblanche
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link