Summer 20 Interlude
Two hits gon' get me high
Shorty gon' get me hot
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time
I been thinking to myself
Spoke to the voice in my head
Told me not to drink alcohol
Rub my tongue on your leg
Cause you a tease I won't say please
I got no tail I won't beg
Telling me you not a hoe
You ain't got to lie Craig
On 64 back and forth swear my car be pacing
Hate how my stomach stay empty
But it keep me patient
Don't understand how bad you want me
When your dad so racist
Hittas say that they the shit
They must be constipated
Running out of money
Threw my wallet on leash
And my skin getting darker
Starting to look like the streets
I swear I'll always tell the truth
But I'll lie to police
I'll hit a hundred yard dash
Before they hashtag me
Too confident I can't spell scared
Stood me up, now I don't care
Disrespect you when we texting
Somehow you still want time to share
I don't get it
But it's a lot of things that I want
Did things I said I wouldn't
But it's still things that I won't
And haters jump at me
Think I'm gon drop my croissant
But nah that ain't the vision
Momma house where I'm living
In the basement, bed right on top
Of the pavement
In the town I was raised in
Trying to get girls wet
Now pockets dry like raisins
But it be like that, I'm trying to be like that
Broski married to the pistol
Finger stay on the strap
It ain't hard to find your boy my name the same
As my @, looking for them darkskins
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac, oh
Two hits gon' get me high
Shorty gon' get me hot
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time
Two hits gon' get me high
Shorty gon' get me high
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time, no
Shorty gon' get me hot
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time
I been thinking to myself
Spoke to the voice in my head
Told me not to drink alcohol
Rub my tongue on your leg
Cause you a tease I won't say please
I got no tail I won't beg
Telling me you not a hoe
You ain't got to lie Craig
On 64 back and forth swear my car be pacing
Hate how my stomach stay empty
But it keep me patient
Don't understand how bad you want me
When your dad so racist
Hittas say that they the shit
They must be constipated
Running out of money
Threw my wallet on leash
And my skin getting darker
Starting to look like the streets
I swear I'll always tell the truth
But I'll lie to police
I'll hit a hundred yard dash
Before they hashtag me
Too confident I can't spell scared
Stood me up, now I don't care
Disrespect you when we texting
Somehow you still want time to share
I don't get it
But it's a lot of things that I want
Did things I said I wouldn't
But it's still things that I won't
And haters jump at me
Think I'm gon drop my croissant
But nah that ain't the vision
Momma house where I'm living
In the basement, bed right on top
Of the pavement
In the town I was raised in
Trying to get girls wet
Now pockets dry like raisins
But it be like that, I'm trying to be like that
Broski married to the pistol
Finger stay on the strap
It ain't hard to find your boy my name the same
As my @, looking for them darkskins
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac
While I'm drunk on the 'gnac, oh
Two hits gon' get me high
Shorty gon' get me hot
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time
Two hits gon' get me high
Shorty gon' get me high
No I won't try to fly
Cause I know it ain't my time, no
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Writer(s): Armon Haynes
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