Grandma Called
Ok my grand momma called said she heard about me
Checking in, call me up cause she concerned about me
Seen my picture on the 'gram
I guess she learned about me
Heard that single that I dropped
Yeah she learned about me
Ok my grand momma called said she heard about me
Said she talked to my momma
And Momma worried 'bout me
Said she worried bout my whereabouts
I just told them trust me
Look
There ain't a damn thang you should worry bout
Still not where I wanna be
But you could definitely find me where the marijuana be
Five years ago I was just a wannabe
And now these motherfuckers coming on to me
And honestly, I could give a fuck about a Grammy nominee
But you know that shit aught to be
Please don't even start with me
I ain't got the time for your games and your comedy
Audibly I know I'm an anomaly
I thought that shit was obvious
Aye, aye
I wanna be somebody that they got to go and see
When they hear the song playing man they got to know it's me
Kwygonn on that beat
Write songs in my sleep
Light bongs full of weed
I'm gone with the wind
Getting fucked up again
What a life that we live
But it's nothing you should worry 'bout
Everyone's on their own road
We just got to learn to let them go
A little searching for the soul never hurt nobody
Oh don't you know know
See I'm moving on my own path
I'm gone there's no looking back
If you need me I'll be in my bag bag bag
And that's just that
Yeah, yeah that's just that
Yeah, yeah that's just that
I'm in my bag
That's just that
In my bag
In my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Checking in, call me up cause she concerned about me
Seen my picture on the 'gram
I guess she learned about me
Heard that single that I dropped
Yeah she learned about me
Ok my grand momma called said she heard about me
Said she talked to my momma
And Momma worried 'bout me
Said she worried bout my whereabouts
I just told them trust me
Look
There ain't a damn thang you should worry bout
Still not where I wanna be
But you could definitely find me where the marijuana be
Five years ago I was just a wannabe
And now these motherfuckers coming on to me
And honestly, I could give a fuck about a Grammy nominee
But you know that shit aught to be
Please don't even start with me
I ain't got the time for your games and your comedy
Audibly I know I'm an anomaly
I thought that shit was obvious
Aye, aye
I wanna be somebody that they got to go and see
When they hear the song playing man they got to know it's me
Kwygonn on that beat
Write songs in my sleep
Light bongs full of weed
I'm gone with the wind
Getting fucked up again
What a life that we live
But it's nothing you should worry 'bout
Everyone's on their own road
We just got to learn to let them go
A little searching for the soul never hurt nobody
Oh don't you know know
See I'm moving on my own path
I'm gone there's no looking back
If you need me I'll be in my bag bag bag
And that's just that
Yeah, yeah that's just that
Yeah, yeah that's just that
I'm in my bag
That's just that
In my bag
In my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Hutton
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