Rolling Stoned
Your memories are fading away like my consciousness
Feels like we nearly made it out this darkness
I don't apologize no mo' for being myself
Definition of a clean mess
Imma say less and do mo'
Stack money in my socks
And I fuck with socks
My girls looking like pornstars lately
Ain't got no love just dick for you baby
Grab her back
Push it back to back
Yea she wanna press on rec
Gaddamn she knows how to make it clap
Bitch I ain't scared of death cuz i'm getting myself a ticket to enernity
Stairway two heaven with a big bag of mary jane
And a shorty with a fattie
Mofugga I was born ready'
Don't hit my line homie im busy
Building bridges in your head
Cuz y'all braindead...
Mofuggas always trynna be what they ain't
Fuck my generation
Lost like your inspiration
You don't create you ain't alive homie
Your more like a zombie
Sick and tired of this shit
Being broke homie
But fuck it
I might start pushing blow
Cuz I lately been surviving from Monday to Sunday
Problems I don't even wanna talk about
Got me going insane
Paying the rent late again
This life ain't cheap my mane...
Bitch
I ain't scared of death cuz I'm getting myself a ticket to eternity
Busy bitch trynna get on the road
Getting bread rolling hella stoned
Feels like we nearly made it out this darkness
I don't apologize no mo' for being myself
Definition of a clean mess
Imma say less and do mo'
Stack money in my socks
And I fuck with socks
My girls looking like pornstars lately
Ain't got no love just dick for you baby
Grab her back
Push it back to back
Yea she wanna press on rec
Gaddamn she knows how to make it clap
Bitch I ain't scared of death cuz i'm getting myself a ticket to enernity
Stairway two heaven with a big bag of mary jane
And a shorty with a fattie
Mofugga I was born ready'
Don't hit my line homie im busy
Building bridges in your head
Cuz y'all braindead...
Mofuggas always trynna be what they ain't
Fuck my generation
Lost like your inspiration
You don't create you ain't alive homie
Your more like a zombie
Sick and tired of this shit
Being broke homie
But fuck it
I might start pushing blow
Cuz I lately been surviving from Monday to Sunday
Problems I don't even wanna talk about
Got me going insane
Paying the rent late again
This life ain't cheap my mane...
Bitch
I ain't scared of death cuz I'm getting myself a ticket to eternity
Busy bitch trynna get on the road
Getting bread rolling hella stoned
Credits
Writer(s): Andreeas B.
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