Found and Lost

Bullshit on my phone, I keep getting Carmen calls
I just want the green around me like a garden wall
Ran it up, my hands were tied, it wasn't hard to ball
I'm the coldest like I decide when to start the fall
He was riding big jalopy he was bound to stall
You can't play the bully tell me if the ground is soft
64 ounce polar pop, I filled it with a pound of sauce
And it got me so high that I think that I was found and lost

Work is cut to shit like double sliced pizzas
Your chick don't like me, but I heard she like reefer
Stepping extra large in my smaller sized sneakers
I done kicked over the whole goddamn football field bleachers
Suzki you so wild, you really uncouth
You had a baby on the top floor just to say you raised the roof?
I'm like hell nah, that's way too far from the truth
I'm always at work, I'd rather have the baby in the booth
I ain't Jim Carrey, I don't mean to act funny
Every time I roll the die, it's a nat 20
Think we up like 30, go and check the stats for me
Ziploc or a verse, either way it's rap money
Obvious I'm up, why are we pretending
Pouring up some tree sap, you do it to be trendy
Unified pockets, I can make these ends meet
Yeah I love Molly, but Molly love Mackenzie

Bullshit on my phone, I keep getting Carmen calls
I just want the green around me like a garden wall
Ran it up, my hands were tied, it wasn't hard to ball
I'm the coldest like I decide when to start the fall
He was riding big jalopy he was bound to stall
You can't play the bully tell me if the ground is soft
64 ounce polar pop, I filled it with a pound of sauce
And it got me so high that I think that I was found and lost

She show me her problems, cause she know I got solutions
But I want the real you, Edith Tooker, not Vikki Dougan
Five pack Russian Cream, and it sure do got me grooving
You take a hit of this, and you're afflicted with confusion
When it comes to who you're screwing, just be careful who you're choosing
'Cause I heard she sucked the block up, but I'm not one to be assuming
Talking shit in my comments, and they page ain't even booming
YBP, You Be Playing, I fill my pockets with that fusion
Had to break her back, just so I could break your illusion
To you I'm a homewrecker, but to her I'm home improvement
Sometimes you got to swap in a better substitution
While you riding through the city and you're doing some new recruiting
Dissing on the kid, I'll take a lid for retribution
He was riding in the Scat, but now the cat is barely scooting
Balling in the courthouse because my lawyer always juking
If the glove doesn't fit, how can't I say I didn't do it?



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Writer(s): Stanley Torres
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