Big Stressin' (The Doobie Flow)
Yo Joe pack your fucking bowl
Dude, fuck off
Better hit that fucking bowl bruh
Hit it
Sink your cone
I'm fucking stressed, feeling like a mess,
So I'm sparking up the Doobie flow, the type to hock a loogie, show
You I try my best, perfecting at my set
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked, with no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Ok, slow down, take a fucking breather
No need to bust a clot, up in this industry, i'm
Low key, but I'm brimming to the top, if I can't find an escape then my body boutta drop
You uh, got a lighter my G
Just to light the spark, intuition of the free
I got em' in my marks, scoping out the enemy
That's my mindset when I'm aiming at weeds
Get ripped with physique, a wild fire fighter
Plus I got the youth training, on top I'm a writer
Getting pretty steep, just to be the cold messiah
Barely getting sleep, man I'm flipping all the time
I'm motherfucking stressed, feeling like a mess
So I'm sparking up the Doobie flow, the type to hock a loogie, show
You I try my best, perfecting at my set
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked, no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Alot of busta's in the gold city, with no message
Living broke, with a fifty, fit with fancy dresses
I'm Low key, but they say they sipping lean
When I see then at the party, Barely even hit the green
I mean uh... you need a lighter my G?
Don't have enough time to wait for you to freak
You anxious bout a toke, fuck I'm anxious bout money
I barely got a hope, future closing with the speeds
Oh shit I gotta go, no closure or delay
I pack up my bags, slip the jacket on my way
Can't be tardy for the classes, academy today
I got there fast but to late, disaster by mistake
So I'm sparking up the doobie Flow, type to hock a loogie show, You I try my best
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Doobie Flow in the muthafuckin' stu
Oooooh we do be flowing
Dude, fuck off
Better hit that fucking bowl bruh
Hit it
Sink your cone
I'm fucking stressed, feeling like a mess,
So I'm sparking up the Doobie flow, the type to hock a loogie, show
You I try my best, perfecting at my set
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked, with no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Ok, slow down, take a fucking breather
No need to bust a clot, up in this industry, i'm
Low key, but I'm brimming to the top, if I can't find an escape then my body boutta drop
You uh, got a lighter my G
Just to light the spark, intuition of the free
I got em' in my marks, scoping out the enemy
That's my mindset when I'm aiming at weeds
Get ripped with physique, a wild fire fighter
Plus I got the youth training, on top I'm a writer
Getting pretty steep, just to be the cold messiah
Barely getting sleep, man I'm flipping all the time
I'm motherfucking stressed, feeling like a mess
So I'm sparking up the Doobie flow, the type to hock a loogie, show
You I try my best, perfecting at my set
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked, no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Alot of busta's in the gold city, with no message
Living broke, with a fifty, fit with fancy dresses
I'm Low key, but they say they sipping lean
When I see then at the party, Barely even hit the green
I mean uh... you need a lighter my G?
Don't have enough time to wait for you to freak
You anxious bout a toke, fuck I'm anxious bout money
I barely got a hope, future closing with the speeds
Oh shit I gotta go, no closure or delay
I pack up my bags, slip the jacket on my way
Can't be tardy for the classes, academy today
I got there fast but to late, disaster by mistake
So I'm sparking up the doobie Flow, type to hock a loogie show, You I try my best
Till I got a movie studio, hoping no one shoot a bro
Woah
Still on my way of redemption
Still straight baked no mental retention
I race to the day just to make mine exception
I really only blaze when the time is accepted
Doobie Flow in the muthafuckin' stu
Oooooh we do be flowing
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Writer(s): Kadyn Poirier
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