Forget It
My mama she say I smoke too much
My own sister she say I smoke too much
P. Soul on the track
Corey Duffel, how the jeans fit
Stupid bitch think I give a fuck about a sneak diss
Eat dick or suck a nut or somethin'
I was growin' up wonderin' did no one give a fuck or somethin'
I was always off it, sniffin' M boxes and sippin' Gin untill I vomit
Still spittin' till the doc write me a prescription for that bomb shit
Tussionex, toughen up, buttercup, probably had to knuckle up to fuck with us
Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
I had to roll the dice tatted ladders 'cause the sticks lit
Bitch kiss my ass and lick my dick tip, fish lips, what the fuck you askin' for?
I ain't sleepin' days off of who knows how much Adderall
I ain't eatin' 'cause the smack withdrawals
And add it all up you got the poster boy for everything you wanna hate
Still sayin' hoes that you trynna date they with me
Still mix the icky with the whitney
Still sippin' motherfuckin' kidney
I'm like the cool one 40 into me, still a fucking pip-squeak
You're the type to get fucking jumped by some hippies
I don't know why she gone and I don't know why I am livin'
I don't know why the fuck I still don't want forgiveness
My mama she say I smoke too much
My sister she say I smoke too much
But I don't think I smoke enough
My brother say I smoke too much
Fuckin' pop's say I smoke too much
To be honest with you
But I don't think that I smoke enough
I probably smoke a quarter in a quarter of a day
A lot of things have changed but the weed always stay
You can see I'm a great in a body of a youngin
And she smokin' just like a rasta and the body, yeah I love it
See, I got what they coveted, trees in abundances
Could see we be fucking with the lean and some other shit
My moms was in my room so the weed I be covering
Cause she don't wanna see what the weed boys in love with
We talking dirty then we fucking after that
We smokin', she blushin' she got some meeting, gotta leave and she rushin'
No one is mean as me muckin'
I got the D and she love it
I tell her I don't really know but you seeing me fuckin'
No one believing me
Okay, no chain with no Jesus piece
OJ with the lean and trees
So say what you need to, G
No playing no more games, go play with your anus
And I be laughing for the show screamin' finally famous
Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
My own sister she say I smoke too much
P. Soul on the track
Corey Duffel, how the jeans fit
Stupid bitch think I give a fuck about a sneak diss
Eat dick or suck a nut or somethin'
I was growin' up wonderin' did no one give a fuck or somethin'
I was always off it, sniffin' M boxes and sippin' Gin untill I vomit
Still spittin' till the doc write me a prescription for that bomb shit
Tussionex, toughen up, buttercup, probably had to knuckle up to fuck with us
Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
I had to roll the dice tatted ladders 'cause the sticks lit
Bitch kiss my ass and lick my dick tip, fish lips, what the fuck you askin' for?
I ain't sleepin' days off of who knows how much Adderall
I ain't eatin' 'cause the smack withdrawals
And add it all up you got the poster boy for everything you wanna hate
Still sayin' hoes that you trynna date they with me
Still mix the icky with the whitney
Still sippin' motherfuckin' kidney
I'm like the cool one 40 into me, still a fucking pip-squeak
You're the type to get fucking jumped by some hippies
I don't know why she gone and I don't know why I am livin'
I don't know why the fuck I still don't want forgiveness
My mama she say I smoke too much
My sister she say I smoke too much
But I don't think I smoke enough
My brother say I smoke too much
Fuckin' pop's say I smoke too much
To be honest with you
But I don't think that I smoke enough
I probably smoke a quarter in a quarter of a day
A lot of things have changed but the weed always stay
You can see I'm a great in a body of a youngin
And she smokin' just like a rasta and the body, yeah I love it
See, I got what they coveted, trees in abundances
Could see we be fucking with the lean and some other shit
My moms was in my room so the weed I be covering
Cause she don't wanna see what the weed boys in love with
We talking dirty then we fucking after that
We smokin', she blushin' she got some meeting, gotta leave and she rushin'
No one is mean as me muckin'
I got the D and she love it
I tell her I don't really know but you seeing me fuckin'
No one believing me
Okay, no chain with no Jesus piece
OJ with the lean and trees
So say what you need to, G
No playing no more games, go play with your anus
And I be laughing for the show screamin' finally famous
Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Mychael Jameel Beazer, Elijah Sostrom Fox-peck, Steven William James Moses, William Dalton Van Zandt
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