Kickin' Rocks
It wasn't nothing like staying on your block
It ain't my time if I was ever on your clock
All that stripper money had you on top
They would thought you invested in stocks
But it was just them fishnet stocks
And the men that pay for box
And all the fun keeps coming, it don't ever stop
Just check and make sure all the doors are locked
And don't nobody call the cops
They ain't gotta know what's up
Cause if they search inside your closet
You might be wearing orange socks
Good thing it's whatever 'round these parts
Good thing nobody watching over like hawks
Good thing nobody noticed my joint on that walk
Good thing I got the shit that rocks
It wasn't nothing like staying on your block
Go take a hike sometime at High Cliff kicking rocks
Getting mud up in my socks
But it's cool cause on the way back we'll listen to 2Pac
But when we get back home I think I heard a shot
Can I stick around here? I don't want none on the spot
It wasn't nothing like staying on your block
If we heard shots that mean we pouring shots
A few more rounds to make sure we pass out
But is you gonna smile when you wake up?
Or is we both gonna be hung over?
Long as your head stay up on your shoulders
Is that the weed your homie sold us?
Is that enough for the both of us?
Fuck it, let's bake it into cookies like Momma told us
It sure do smell strong, hope nobody notice
It ain't my time if I was ever on your clock
All that stripper money had you on top
They would thought you invested in stocks
But it was just them fishnet stocks
And the men that pay for box
And all the fun keeps coming, it don't ever stop
Just check and make sure all the doors are locked
And don't nobody call the cops
They ain't gotta know what's up
Cause if they search inside your closet
You might be wearing orange socks
Good thing it's whatever 'round these parts
Good thing nobody watching over like hawks
Good thing nobody noticed my joint on that walk
Good thing I got the shit that rocks
It wasn't nothing like staying on your block
Go take a hike sometime at High Cliff kicking rocks
Getting mud up in my socks
But it's cool cause on the way back we'll listen to 2Pac
But when we get back home I think I heard a shot
Can I stick around here? I don't want none on the spot
It wasn't nothing like staying on your block
If we heard shots that mean we pouring shots
A few more rounds to make sure we pass out
But is you gonna smile when you wake up?
Or is we both gonna be hung over?
Long as your head stay up on your shoulders
Is that the weed your homie sold us?
Is that enough for the both of us?
Fuck it, let's bake it into cookies like Momma told us
It sure do smell strong, hope nobody notice
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Writer(s): Avery Olson
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