I Don't Want the Bag
We the light the bong
Flip and it's gone
Do you wanna see
What the profit be
(Yeah)
They don't wanna see
They don't wanna see
Yeahh
Marijuana street
Marijuana street
Flip it and it's gone
Driving with a bong
Listen to my favorite song
Then it all went wrong
Jammed up by police
Feeling all on me
Saying they smell weed
Put me in the seat
I'm going to jail
Welcome to my newest hell
Hotel with no mattress damn
Hopefully I set bail
Letters should I send them
Or should I keep them yeahhhh
Getting locked up
Getting fucked up
Pencil and paper to express thoughts
Heart tied in a thousand knots
Black and White like some poka dots
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
Let me just get fucked up one more time
Commit the perfect crime
There ain't no half-time
Just a full 40 minute overtime
They said let her go
But I can't let her go
Passed out on the floor
Cant do this anymore
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
What happened to me? What happened to trust?
What happened to love? What happened to us?
I remember the days
When love was so real
You could be totally open with the way that you feel
Nothing was hidden
Nothing to conceal
But nowadays
Tables turn like a wheel
Say I'm okay
Got friends who ain't real
Got friends who are snakes
They don't care how I feel
Let me down at every turn
I play with fire
And then I get burnt
Making mistakes
Yeah I'll never learn
Use me for money
The P's that I earn
Then when I fall down
They never return
Won't trust again
I'm sick of being hurt, sick of being hurt
Being left in the dirt
Getting locked up
Getting fucked up
Pencil and paper to express thoughts
Heart tied in a thousand knots
Black and White like some poka dots
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
Let me just get fucked up one more time
Commit the perfect crime
There ain't no half-time
Just a full 40 minute overtime
They said let her go
But I can't let her go
Passed out on the floor
Cant do this anymore
Flip and it's gone
Do you wanna see
What the profit be
(Yeah)
They don't wanna see
They don't wanna see
Yeahh
Marijuana street
Marijuana street
Flip it and it's gone
Driving with a bong
Listen to my favorite song
Then it all went wrong
Jammed up by police
Feeling all on me
Saying they smell weed
Put me in the seat
I'm going to jail
Welcome to my newest hell
Hotel with no mattress damn
Hopefully I set bail
Letters should I send them
Or should I keep them yeahhhh
Getting locked up
Getting fucked up
Pencil and paper to express thoughts
Heart tied in a thousand knots
Black and White like some poka dots
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
Let me just get fucked up one more time
Commit the perfect crime
There ain't no half-time
Just a full 40 minute overtime
They said let her go
But I can't let her go
Passed out on the floor
Cant do this anymore
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
What happened to me? What happened to trust?
What happened to love? What happened to us?
I remember the days
When love was so real
You could be totally open with the way that you feel
Nothing was hidden
Nothing to conceal
But nowadays
Tables turn like a wheel
Say I'm okay
Got friends who ain't real
Got friends who are snakes
They don't care how I feel
Let me down at every turn
I play with fire
And then I get burnt
Making mistakes
Yeah I'll never learn
Use me for money
The P's that I earn
Then when I fall down
They never return
Won't trust again
I'm sick of being hurt, sick of being hurt
Being left in the dirt
Getting locked up
Getting fucked up
Pencil and paper to express thoughts
Heart tied in a thousand knots
Black and White like some poka dots
I don't want the bag
I don't want the bag
Let me just get fucked up one more time
Commit the perfect crime
There ain't no half-time
Just a full 40 minute overtime
They said let her go
But I can't let her go
Passed out on the floor
Cant do this anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Tindell
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