2 Da Face
Yeah Sometimes I just gotta get away from Everybody
Put on my headphones
And smoke out
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
Ayyeeeee
Ayyyeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I sit back smoking thinking
How life would've been
If I had them brain cells
If I never bought
Them swisher sweets
How the fuck would this pain feel
Yep I'm a addict
Just like my daddy
Was but me
Gotta get it gotta have it
That bud I smoke
If I'm broke or living lavish
And life ain't easy
But I had to take the challenge
They be like
Look at ya can't get no job
Gon fail the drug test
Might as well kill and rob
But I got a bad bitch
That slob on my knob
And a daughter that love me
They all that I got
Not not not not to mention
That the streets love a nigga
And ya gal still on me
Can't wait to fuck a nigga
Popos still on me
Can't wait to cuff a nigga
Not cause the weed smell
But because I was a nigga
Yeah
Manne my life moving so fast
I can't keep up with the dates
Got the police on my ass
Just because a nigga race
Losing friends by the day
Manne I feel so out of place
So I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I I can't stop smoking
Is that really a problem
And even if it was
I bet a blunt of this that
I'm smoking will solve em
Where was y'all
When I ain't have shit
Somewherw happy bout y'all shit
I got on y'all say I changed
Manne get up off of that broad shit
When I pull up they like Aw shit
What's that feeling that's awe bitch
Yep I got you in awe bitch
But when the popos come
You ain't saw shit
I smoke loud
I live quiet
I give my all
Y'all still trying
Yep Marvin Gaye
Mamas still cryin'
And niggas still dying
And I'm still flying
Yeah
Manne my life moving so fast
I can't keep up with the dates
Got the police on my ass
Just because a nigga race
Losing friends by the day
Manne I feel so out of place
So I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
Put on my headphones
And smoke out
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
Ayyeeeee
Ayyyeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I sit back smoking thinking
How life would've been
If I had them brain cells
If I never bought
Them swisher sweets
How the fuck would this pain feel
Yep I'm a addict
Just like my daddy
Was but me
Gotta get it gotta have it
That bud I smoke
If I'm broke or living lavish
And life ain't easy
But I had to take the challenge
They be like
Look at ya can't get no job
Gon fail the drug test
Might as well kill and rob
But I got a bad bitch
That slob on my knob
And a daughter that love me
They all that I got
Not not not not to mention
That the streets love a nigga
And ya gal still on me
Can't wait to fuck a nigga
Popos still on me
Can't wait to cuff a nigga
Not cause the weed smell
But because I was a nigga
Yeah
Manne my life moving so fast
I can't keep up with the dates
Got the police on my ass
Just because a nigga race
Losing friends by the day
Manne I feel so out of place
So I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I I can't stop smoking
Is that really a problem
And even if it was
I bet a blunt of this that
I'm smoking will solve em
Where was y'all
When I ain't have shit
Somewherw happy bout y'all shit
I got on y'all say I changed
Manne get up off of that broad shit
When I pull up they like Aw shit
What's that feeling that's awe bitch
Yep I got you in awe bitch
But when the popos come
You ain't saw shit
I smoke loud
I live quiet
I give my all
Y'all still trying
Yep Marvin Gaye
Mamas still cryin'
And niggas still dying
And I'm still flying
Yeah
Manne my life moving so fast
I can't keep up with the dates
Got the police on my ass
Just because a nigga race
Losing friends by the day
Manne I feel so out of place
So I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
I'm bout to smoke one to the face
I put on my Beats By Dre
Roll up and smoke one to the face
Ayyyyeeeee
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Writer(s): Tremaine Keller
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