Another One (feat. Mke Lawry)

To another one
(Milwaukee)

(Smoke 'til ya die)
(Drank 'til ya die)
(Smoke, drank 'til ya die, 'til ya die)
Knock a roof off a house
Give a big woof
Scare the kitty to the bush
Light kush
Of the leafiest breeds
I'm chief of the deez
The old MC's is preachin' to me
Why you gotta do another song
About getting high, smoke weed
Sip lean 'til you die
And I may never take the advice
I'm gravely high
I'm over the peaks
You see
Two geeks
Up in your pupils
Guess that's 2G
I'm in bed with 2 freaks
I sip some drank and get some coochie
Why you can't stick to the subject
I swear the people will love it
Well y'all think I'm just a clown and
They all saying they love this

Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov
Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov

Been puttin' in work
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Young nigga searchin' for his soul
Find a piece of mind is the goal
Tryna find a path, but I keep switchin' lanes on the road
Dug myself in another hole
On the run again so I stay on the low
Trouble always find me so I stay on my toes
Police stay behind me like I stay with the dope
Money come and go
I blow it like a runny nose
A nigga be depressed, but I stay kicking jokes
Lost young nigga just speak what I know
Coast on home
Fat backwood to the dome
Nigga get lost in the smoke
Just poured the drink in the foam
Nigga get lost in the zone
Why you gotta do another song
About getting high, smoke weed
Sip lean till you die
Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov
Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov

Skerrt (Skerrt) (Skerrt)
Pull up in a clean
Got the "Doja" and drink
Frost in my teeth
Breath cold as a flow go melting all the snow in the blossoming spring
Slicing the beat
Polite if we meet
I vibe with the street talk
On my G walk
G funk in my needle
Gather the people
And preach all the evils
You take one hit
And pass it around
Hold on, they passin it down
Mister fiend
Want to dream
He a clown
The gore
We bashing him out
The stash has been found
He talks his trash
That we don't ask him about
(We never ask him about)

Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov
Just another song about drank
Just another song about smoke
Just another song about flashin' bling and say I'll pull up in a Rov



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah M
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