Generation WHY?
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just looking for weed
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just wanna find me
Wanna Find Me
Pimp named slick back,
Kill it with the chit chat
Tits out, mismatch
Did you really hit that?
Philly in a blunt wrap
End her with a night cap
She don't really like that
You can txt, I won't call back
You can txt, I won't call back
You're just reason not to be alone
But you can't stay here, bitch
You gotta go home
No hoes in the trap house
No woes, lay the mack down
Front me a P
Let me turn it to a G
Front me a P
Let me turn it to a G
Rinse and repeat
Give me some room to breathe
Rinse and Repeat
Give me some room to breathe
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just looking for weed
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just wanna find me
Wanna Find Me
Put a gram up in her pocket
Ain't no valentine or chocolate
Mix it up like talking gossip
Keep the drip like leaky faucets
I'ma alco- alcoholic
Hit the island and I called it
That's two cups
Two tits i'm palming
I'm corrupt
So who you calling?
We all lit
Yeah, we passed that
20 on the split
Where the drugs at
Better hurry quick
She might subtract
Gotta hit it deep
For the comeback
You're just a reason not to be alone
But you can't stay here, bitch
Gotta go home
No hoes in the trap house
No woes lay the mack down
Front me a p, let me turn it to a g
Front me a p, let me turn it to a g
Mix and repeat, give me some room to breathe
Mix and repeat, give me some room to breathe yo
All about a dollar
And dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
All about a dollar
And a dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
Tired
Of always starting over
I can't take life sober
Welcome to the hangover
You either
Sling stamp bags
Or got a rich grand-pap
Clean like a damp rag
Asking, where the cash at
I remember
Taking her upstairs
When I awoke
She wasn't there
But shit,
I don't care
I prefer the one nights
I don't care
Didn't slip her the invite
But
A feign was needing served
Ok
I got the word
But show the money first
Ok
Gotta locate the stash
Can't figure where I put
Man, I must of been trashed
The feign's losing patience
But nothing new, riiiiight
Uh
I'm losing patience
Cause my shit ain't sight
Nah
All about a dollar
And dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
All about a dollar
And a dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just looking for weed
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just wanna find me
Wanna Find Me
Pimp named slick back,
Kill it with the chit chat
Tits out, mismatch
Did you really hit that?
Philly in a blunt wrap
End her with a night cap
She don't really like that
You can txt, I won't call back
You can txt, I won't call back
You're just reason not to be alone
But you can't stay here, bitch
You gotta go home
No hoes in the trap house
No woes, lay the mack down
Front me a P
Let me turn it to a G
Front me a P
Let me turn it to a G
Rinse and repeat
Give me some room to breathe
Rinse and Repeat
Give me some room to breathe
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just looking for weed
I don't know what i want
I don't know what i need
We ain't looking for love
Just wanna find me
Wanna Find Me
Put a gram up in her pocket
Ain't no valentine or chocolate
Mix it up like talking gossip
Keep the drip like leaky faucets
I'ma alco- alcoholic
Hit the island and I called it
That's two cups
Two tits i'm palming
I'm corrupt
So who you calling?
We all lit
Yeah, we passed that
20 on the split
Where the drugs at
Better hurry quick
She might subtract
Gotta hit it deep
For the comeback
You're just a reason not to be alone
But you can't stay here, bitch
Gotta go home
No hoes in the trap house
No woes lay the mack down
Front me a p, let me turn it to a g
Front me a p, let me turn it to a g
Mix and repeat, give me some room to breathe
Mix and repeat, give me some room to breathe yo
All about a dollar
And dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
All about a dollar
And a dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
Tired
Of always starting over
I can't take life sober
Welcome to the hangover
You either
Sling stamp bags
Or got a rich grand-pap
Clean like a damp rag
Asking, where the cash at
I remember
Taking her upstairs
When I awoke
She wasn't there
But shit,
I don't care
I prefer the one nights
I don't care
Didn't slip her the invite
But
A feign was needing served
Ok
I got the word
But show the money first
Ok
Gotta locate the stash
Can't figure where I put
Man, I must of been trashed
The feign's losing patience
But nothing new, riiiiight
Uh
I'm losing patience
Cause my shit ain't sight
Nah
All about a dollar
And dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
All about a dollar
And a dream
Yeah
So many things
Rule me
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Writer(s): Stephen Hernley
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