waves
(The rain started pooling in)
(The rain started pooling in)
The rain started pooling in
I'm doing shit I said I'd never do again
Out here
There really ain't too much to do my friend
I'm a degenerate, yeah I'm hooligan
I'm on road, I'm on the move again
Wont make a magazine
Might make the news again
Don't push his buttons he got a short fuse in him
He had potential but I think we're losing him
Must be the weed and the drugs
And the booze in him
I feel the waves crashing in
Why's this always happening
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Road
I got diamonds placed into what's probably gold
If I get the pack then it's gotta be sold
This how the war against poverty go
If you from where I'm from
Than you gotta be with it
Make it out the hood that's a lottery ticket
I got no conscience, no Jiminy Cricket
So, roll up a blunt, fuck it give me a Whip-it!
Give me a minute, I'm just getting ready
Come out with the bag and that shit looking heavy
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to get petty
But I drop shit hotter than the Serengeti (I do)
Soon as I step in the Stu, QCB that is my crew
Could give a fuck about you
I'm always feeling brand new, yeah until
The rain started pooling in
I'm doing shit I said I'd never do again
Out here
There really ain't too much to do my friend
I'm a degenerate, yeah I'm hooligan
I'm on road, I'm on the move again
Wont make a magazine
Might make the news again
Don't push his buttons he got a short fuse in him
He had potential but I think we're losing him
Must be the weed and the drugs
And the booze in him
I feel the waves crashing in
Why's this always happening
Fading away in the pain
The love that I had left me scarred
Yeah I'm drained
The bottom is close, the top seems so far away
Been on the roads, I left a part of me
Back at home, the Metronome's
The only thing that keeps me going
I ain't alone, I got my brothers here with me
The liquor seeps into my liver and kidneys
Im killing em softly
Im smoking dope like your parents drink coffee
(Often)
I burn like 3 and half grams each morning
The devil offering his hand, I'm tortured
Fork in the road, which way to go
Never did know, face in cold
I've been up counting these sheep
No, I can't sleep with out an ounce of weed
Maybe it's me, Maybe it's you
Baby, you crazy and I act a fool
Thinking of days way back in school
I'm in a daze, I'm on the booze
(Ayyyeeee)
(The rain started pooling in)
The rain started pooling in
I'm doing shit I said I'd never do again
Out here
There really ain't too much to do my friend
I'm a degenerate, yeah I'm hooligan
I'm on road, I'm on the move again
Wont make a magazine
Might make the news again
Don't push his buttons he got a short fuse in him
He had potential but I think we're losing him
Must be the weed and the drugs
And the booze in him
I feel the waves crashing in
Why's this always happening
P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Road
I got diamonds placed into what's probably gold
If I get the pack then it's gotta be sold
This how the war against poverty go
If you from where I'm from
Than you gotta be with it
Make it out the hood that's a lottery ticket
I got no conscience, no Jiminy Cricket
So, roll up a blunt, fuck it give me a Whip-it!
Give me a minute, I'm just getting ready
Come out with the bag and that shit looking heavy
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to get petty
But I drop shit hotter than the Serengeti (I do)
Soon as I step in the Stu, QCB that is my crew
Could give a fuck about you
I'm always feeling brand new, yeah until
The rain started pooling in
I'm doing shit I said I'd never do again
Out here
There really ain't too much to do my friend
I'm a degenerate, yeah I'm hooligan
I'm on road, I'm on the move again
Wont make a magazine
Might make the news again
Don't push his buttons he got a short fuse in him
He had potential but I think we're losing him
Must be the weed and the drugs
And the booze in him
I feel the waves crashing in
Why's this always happening
Fading away in the pain
The love that I had left me scarred
Yeah I'm drained
The bottom is close, the top seems so far away
Been on the roads, I left a part of me
Back at home, the Metronome's
The only thing that keeps me going
I ain't alone, I got my brothers here with me
The liquor seeps into my liver and kidneys
Im killing em softly
Im smoking dope like your parents drink coffee
(Often)
I burn like 3 and half grams each morning
The devil offering his hand, I'm tortured
Fork in the road, which way to go
Never did know, face in cold
I've been up counting these sheep
No, I can't sleep with out an ounce of weed
Maybe it's me, Maybe it's you
Baby, you crazy and I act a fool
Thinking of days way back in school
I'm in a daze, I'm on the booze
(Ayyyeeee)
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Popoff, Droughen Moseley
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