nuthin i can do is wrng
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
My sister hit me, tryna push me, said I'm good enough
One fifty for the kush is what I'm putting up -
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
My sister hit me, tryna push me, said I'm good enough
One fifty for the kush is what I'm putting up
I keep it hundiddy, one foot inside the crooked stuff
My trust iffy, once pitied when I shouldn't of
These months trippy, once shimmied at the look of love
Tough kidney, cup busy when I couldn't run
Young kiddy, tongue grizzly for his sugar plum
More than I really want
You said it's time, we had that talk like is this really us
Sick times, balled inside that philly bus
It's big MIKE had to crawl 'fore I really jumped
Live like it's my all, gotta give a bunch
Sit tight through the fog, it'll be bigger floods,
And midnights full of thoughts, I be quick to tuck
Like to live life be the cause when there isn't none
Or the gift might be abroad under different sun
Don't know what clipped mines, being lost or tryna give a fuck
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
My sister hit me, tryna push me, said I'm good enough
One fifty for the kush is what I'm putting up -
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
My sister hit me, tryna push me, said I'm good enough
One fifty for the kush is what I'm putting up
I keep it hundiddy, one foot inside the crooked stuff
My trust iffy, once pitied when I shouldn't of
These months trippy, once shimmied at the look of love
Tough kidney, cup busy when I couldn't run
Young kiddy, tongue grizzly for his sugar plum
More than I really want
You said it's time, we had that talk like is this really us
Sick times, balled inside that philly bus
It's big MIKE had to crawl 'fore I really jumped
Live like it's my all, gotta give a bunch
Sit tight through the fog, it'll be bigger floods,
And midnights full of thoughts, I be quick to tuck
Like to live life be the cause when there isn't none
Or the gift might be abroad under different sun
Don't know what clipped mines, being lost or tryna give a fuck
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
Through the city, I can't do too much of looking up
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Writer(s): Michael Bonema
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