Catalina Wine Mixer

Okay
Let's get it
What do you see
Tell me what you see

Pills depression and drugs
Look in his eyes and see his pain
It can be hard to spot the clear skies
While running in the rain
But realize they telling real lies within this fucking game
A real lie is to tell you
That real lies within this game
If you want to know the truth
Since he died I ain't been the same
Eight years later and my soul still cries when I hear his name
I don't know why he did it
I just can't go and do the same
Everybody out here switching up for a dollar and some fame

They don't think that I can so that's the reason I will
I got a dollar and a dream tryna turn a bill to a mill
And then a mill to a bill
Stack that shit through the ceil'
I'm smoking weed on the hill
I be smoking weed just to chill

This is for the days when I woke up feeling empty as fuck
When you give and they take but don't receive shit that shit suck
Kill and die about who I love so don't be pressing your luck
I ain't a killer I ain't a thug but I'm leaving you stuck

They asking me like
Jonny what got you so mad
Is it the stress of life or are you missing your dad
That shit happened 8 years ago you shouldn't be sad
You ever have suicidal thoughts
Well yeah just a tad
Aye but sadly for y'all I'm not going out bad
I made a promise to my momma I'm a man of my word
I didn't come this far to come this far
I thought that you heard

Lone Wolf up in this shit
Y'all can go run with the herd
Bitch I'm balling like I'm bird
Hardest white boy out the burbs
But I'm in San Antonio eating at LuLu's with the Spurs
She ride the dick with no spurs
Smoking weed with chauffeurs
Get rich and cop like 4 furs
Some yellow Loui loafers

And the Nike Air Mags
Some pink Gucci Air Bags
To match the blue dolorean ride in the sky with no tags
Got more swag than 4 fags
Get these beats some toe tags
I'm out here unloading clips ima need some more mags
Look

He mad cause she laughing and thinking I'm funny
Run off wit your girl cause I don't need your money
She calling me Pooh when she giving me honey
I feel like Hugh Hefner I need me a bunny
I'd take her to philly where it's always sunny
Then fuck on her face till her nose gets runny
I don't got to do shit I chose this sonny
He talking that shit expose this dummy

Marty Mcfly I go hard in the paint
I'm smoking on gas this ain't what you think
You smoking on ass you ain't smoking no stank
You need some propane go hit my boy hank
I feel like Knighthawk I wanna make bank
At the Catalina Wine Mixer puffing on dank
Catalina Wine Mixer puffing on dank

Four in the morning I just smoked a fucking roach
I had to leave the game
Cause I smacked the fucking coach
My weed ain't the same
You can smell it don't approach
You can smell it don't approach



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Nelms
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