Paper
It's the paper
I swear it's something bout this paper
If we ever make a plan and I get paid
I'll see you later
I know she turned her back on me
I'm rolling blunts yes this a facer
Off this gas I'm really fried
It's like we smoking tots n taters
We don't need expensive cars
But I'm lightning niggas is mater
She been crying say it scarred her
She's weird because I ain't make her
If he run up that's on God
I might help him meet his maker
And she loves it here a lot
Cause with me she say she feel so safer
The same one I called friends
I loved them but now I hate 'em
All these demons on my back
I'm running, n I can't shake 'em
I can't treat 'em like a blunt
I'm sorry I just can't face 'em
All the chances that i missed
I'm sorry that I ain't take 'em
And I'm always on the go
I'm sorry But I'm not waiting
And she say that you so smooth
You sliding just like you skating
You ain't even made it
They saying you overrated
And this shit so basic
I stay down until I made it
It's the paper
I swear it's something bout this paper
If we ever make a plan and I get paid
I'll see you later
I know she turned her back on me
I'm rolling blunts yes this a facer
Off this gas I'm really fried
It's like we smoking tots n taters
We don't need expensive cars
But I'm lightning niggas is mater
She been crying say it scarred her
She's weird because I ain't make her
If he run up that's on God
I might help him meet his maker
And she loves it here a lot
Cause with me she say she feel so safer
I swear it's something bout this paper
If we ever make a plan and I get paid
I'll see you later
I know she turned her back on me
I'm rolling blunts yes this a facer
Off this gas I'm really fried
It's like we smoking tots n taters
We don't need expensive cars
But I'm lightning niggas is mater
She been crying say it scarred her
She's weird because I ain't make her
If he run up that's on God
I might help him meet his maker
And she loves it here a lot
Cause with me she say she feel so safer
The same one I called friends
I loved them but now I hate 'em
All these demons on my back
I'm running, n I can't shake 'em
I can't treat 'em like a blunt
I'm sorry I just can't face 'em
All the chances that i missed
I'm sorry that I ain't take 'em
And I'm always on the go
I'm sorry But I'm not waiting
And she say that you so smooth
You sliding just like you skating
You ain't even made it
They saying you overrated
And this shit so basic
I stay down until I made it
It's the paper
I swear it's something bout this paper
If we ever make a plan and I get paid
I'll see you later
I know she turned her back on me
I'm rolling blunts yes this a facer
Off this gas I'm really fried
It's like we smoking tots n taters
We don't need expensive cars
But I'm lightning niggas is mater
She been crying say it scarred her
She's weird because I ain't make her
If he run up that's on God
I might help him meet his maker
And she loves it here a lot
Cause with me she say she feel so safer
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Writer(s): Marquis Alexander
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