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She say I'm too busy thinking
Cotton mouth from the herb plus I'm Drinking
Arguments leading up to the weekend
Tell that bitch that I'm well on my way
They say I'm too busy dreaming
Music help me control all the feelings
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga thinking
Tell these niggas that I'm on my way
Kaanin when drop again that Neverland a classic
Don't really fuck with compliments a nigga had shit
If stop now I'll milli in the casket
Smoking on this gas at this point it's just habit
My mama said she proud of me told me never stop
Keep your mental grounded keep writing what's in the heart
Before great things show up life tears you apart
Guess that's why I'm still picking up the pieces
Watch ya step shards of shattered glass all on the floor
Came from a broken home
Often I felt alone
Always ten toes down and bitch I never told
Never fold like the clothes I up in my dresser drawer
Devil on my shoulder begging me to sell my soul
Trying to take advantage of the fact that I'm just getting cold
Devil on my shoulder begging me to sell my soul
Trying to take advantage of the fact that I'm just getting cold
She say I'm too busy thinking
Cotton mouth from the herb plus I'm Drinking
Arguments leading up to the weekend
Tell that bitch that I'm well on my way
They say I'm too busy dreaming
Music help me control all the feelings
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga thinking
Tell these niggas that I'm on my way
Cotton mouth from the herb plus I'm Drinking
Arguments leading up to the weekend
Tell that bitch that I'm well on my way
They say I'm too busy dreaming
Music help me control all the feelings
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga thinking
Tell these niggas that I'm on my way
Kaanin when drop again that Neverland a classic
Don't really fuck with compliments a nigga had shit
If stop now I'll milli in the casket
Smoking on this gas at this point it's just habit
My mama said she proud of me told me never stop
Keep your mental grounded keep writing what's in the heart
Before great things show up life tears you apart
Guess that's why I'm still picking up the pieces
Watch ya step shards of shattered glass all on the floor
Came from a broken home
Often I felt alone
Always ten toes down and bitch I never told
Never fold like the clothes I up in my dresser drawer
Devil on my shoulder begging me to sell my soul
Trying to take advantage of the fact that I'm just getting cold
Devil on my shoulder begging me to sell my soul
Trying to take advantage of the fact that I'm just getting cold
She say I'm too busy thinking
Cotton mouth from the herb plus I'm Drinking
Arguments leading up to the weekend
Tell that bitch that I'm well on my way
They say I'm too busy dreaming
Music help me control all the feelings
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga thinking
Tell these niggas that I'm on my way
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Writer(s): Kaanin Gibson
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