YONE

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna tat my body up and then swallow my regrets
Then go smoke that marijuana that my mom told me was bad
Open up my mind like a can of sardines
Take some shady drugs from the black market let my mind peak
Conversate with Yahweh on the trip
Tell him wtf?
Where the fuck were you at when I was stuck in the mud
Now I'm making dirty deals with the devil
Bout a hundred grand
Imma stack my racks
Hundred grand
On your bitch back

So I kick back lay flat uh
Smoking on that marijuana smoking on that plant
Yeah I hit that sac in my pack uh
Smoking all my soul away
I'm smoking all my pack

I can't feel
I don't feel that this life is real
Acid in my vein feeling like my skin peels
Coming out the trance feeling like I ain't real
Like I ain't real
I take 3 pills but this hurt real
I cannot stay unless your loves real
Fucking in my bed really making you feel
Feeling what I have for you my love dear
I will not be the person in a rot
Avoiding all the problems that were brought up to the cop
Running from the feds cause I'm fearing what is next
Locked up in a cell going crazy in my head

So I kick back lay flat uh
Smoking on that marijuana smoking on that plant
Yeah I hit that sac in my pack uh
Smoking all my soul away
I'm smoking all my pack
So I kick back lay flat uh
Smoking on that marijuana smoking on that plant
Yeah I hit that sac in my pack uh
Smoking all my soul away
I'm smoking all my pack

Me and my brothers tryna get rich
Richer than we was yesterday and richer than a bitch
Richer than a politician eating thin mints
Rich like caviar, sweet honey with biscuits
I wanna see how heavy my wrist get
Barbecue chicken and brisket
With a side of a cold brisk
Yeah
Money stash
Money bitch
Money funny how easy this people flip
Money grab
Money bitch
Money hungry you fiending for settlements



Credits
Writer(s): Guadalupe Benavides
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link