Gimme What I Dont Need
Well I might as well do the dishes cuz I got high
That's why I got high so I could do the dishes
Well I might as well do the dishes cuz I got high
That's why I got high so I could do the dishes
What is that wack shit?
Play the good shit!
Gimme what I don't need
Stokin' the fire got feelin like there's some more heat
I'm gettin tired of being lonely
Honestly wanna know if I'm considered a homie
Tryna keep this train rolling
Gotta keep the grass cut
Cuttin it never spill the pepper now datsome bad luck
You knew better you must be mad stuck
You must be mad stuck stuck in ya ways
If you follow you might be stuck in a haze
Sleepin' for days
Everybody walkin' through a maze like they don't know
I'm pulling up so pour the soco
Something musta made the people go loco
Smokin something sticky in the city with the popo
No I don't expect you to understand
Why I do what I do inside your head
No I don't expect you to understand
How they grew to be so evil
Yeah I'm walking like a jit
Catch me me hanging and banging while im makin anotha hit
My phone raingin im saingin
It's gettin lit
I got no time I ain't playing this shit is it
This is all we got
Fuck a afterlife
This the only life
Take another bite
Reach a new height
And do it if it feels right
Yeah pickin all ya brothers up off the ground
You will be feelin this when we pull up with the new sound
It's gettin loud
Told ya we banging on the ground like gorillas
Turn up the heat we gettin down like some killas
All jokes aside I'm a gentleman
And you can run it back with a gentle hand
That's why I got high so I could do the dishes
Well I might as well do the dishes cuz I got high
That's why I got high so I could do the dishes
What is that wack shit?
Play the good shit!
Gimme what I don't need
Stokin' the fire got feelin like there's some more heat
I'm gettin tired of being lonely
Honestly wanna know if I'm considered a homie
Tryna keep this train rolling
Gotta keep the grass cut
Cuttin it never spill the pepper now datsome bad luck
You knew better you must be mad stuck
You must be mad stuck stuck in ya ways
If you follow you might be stuck in a haze
Sleepin' for days
Everybody walkin' through a maze like they don't know
I'm pulling up so pour the soco
Something musta made the people go loco
Smokin something sticky in the city with the popo
No I don't expect you to understand
Why I do what I do inside your head
No I don't expect you to understand
How they grew to be so evil
Yeah I'm walking like a jit
Catch me me hanging and banging while im makin anotha hit
My phone raingin im saingin
It's gettin lit
I got no time I ain't playing this shit is it
This is all we got
Fuck a afterlife
This the only life
Take another bite
Reach a new height
And do it if it feels right
Yeah pickin all ya brothers up off the ground
You will be feelin this when we pull up with the new sound
It's gettin loud
Told ya we banging on the ground like gorillas
Turn up the heat we gettin down like some killas
All jokes aside I'm a gentleman
And you can run it back with a gentle hand
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