3 Minute Week

Hey boy, check me out
I am here just check me out

Heavy pistols baby
Blow my whistle baby

Almost all the time
I've been dealing with internal shit
But as of right now
I'm feeling like I'm gonna hit
A small airplane or a bird
Weird dude taking off
Flying high in them blue sky
Making music for the gods
Of this world, blue jeans, green hood
Broke Robin Hood
Stealing from the rich, bringing food to you

Oh god, this shit is so good
I'm gonna wake up feeling like blue turd
But I want you here with me honey
So just let me get my money
We said 20 dollars right?
Yo, didn't mean to start a fight
Yes, you can call your pimp-o baby
I'll be right here getting ready



Credits
Writer(s): Noam Shai Vatashsky
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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