Attic

I dont keep track of what you doin
Im always high up in the crib im a drug attic
Put the fire to the blunt and hit the moon
Swear these niggas always talkin but they dont want no static
Praying for my best know you want my down fall
Walking with my chest up mental grounded dawg
I know that im blessed feel them angels around me yea
Surround myself with energy that I can count on
Swear I cant stand fuck shit that fuck up my balance dawg
Rather smoke this blunt and chuck up some tallies yea
I gotta trust my gut cause thats how I got this far
You got me fucked up if you think you got you one
I dont keep track of what you doin
Im always high up in the crib im a drug attic
Put the fire to the blunt and hit the moon
Swear these niggas always talkin but they dont want no static



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Writer(s): Zachary Byrd
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