Weed Residue
How could I
Never would I
Let 'em get the upper hand but they could believe whatever
They know who could stand the rain or any stormy weather
Whether I'm right or wrong could you love me though
Well under her conditions it's conditional
It was written in stone but I'm like what the fuck going on
I know we got what it take I'm just hoping it don't take too long
Damned if I ever turn into a false prophet
Selling hope for the low hoping the world cop it
My baby face sparing me a decade
So far ahead of my time nigga how could I be late
Catch me on the touch down
I guarantee the pilot don't leave untill I sit down
From a pawn to a king
From a thought to a thing
From a queen to a fling
Baby how you doing how you been
Let's get back to the basics
No more waste man tings fam it's waste less
I got a taste for a bitter sweet symphony
You know when you call ain't a thang you can't get from me
And she like
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
And I'm like it help me for all the things a nigga going through
I'ts amazing
I'm amazing
Nearly caught the Holy Ghost trynna free my spirit
If they don't see it through my eyes through my mouth they hear it
And I'm forever with the smoke we ain't got the clear it
No I'm not innocent
But please spare me of my innocents
Didn't get the picket fence
instead we got the barb wire
They game ain't fair of course they lift the bar higher
Not expecting me to pole-vault
Underestimating the God himself is your fault
Silly mistakes of a non believer
Smoke a bunch of weed and get straight to the work I'm a high achiever
Yessirskii lil baby got a Benz it's 300 for her car key but still need me to park sheesh
It's what ever though we ain't got time to argue when we on a tight schedule
Nights like this we take risks
At heights like this we glide cliffs
And it's Sights like this you can't miss
A nigga started poppin shit but now a nigga poppin chris
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
And I'm like it help me for all the things a nigga going through
Never would I
Let 'em get the upper hand but they could believe whatever
They know who could stand the rain or any stormy weather
Whether I'm right or wrong could you love me though
Well under her conditions it's conditional
It was written in stone but I'm like what the fuck going on
I know we got what it take I'm just hoping it don't take too long
Damned if I ever turn into a false prophet
Selling hope for the low hoping the world cop it
My baby face sparing me a decade
So far ahead of my time nigga how could I be late
Catch me on the touch down
I guarantee the pilot don't leave untill I sit down
From a pawn to a king
From a thought to a thing
From a queen to a fling
Baby how you doing how you been
Let's get back to the basics
No more waste man tings fam it's waste less
I got a taste for a bitter sweet symphony
You know when you call ain't a thang you can't get from me
And she like
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
And I'm like it help me for all the things a nigga going through
I'ts amazing
I'm amazing
Nearly caught the Holy Ghost trynna free my spirit
If they don't see it through my eyes through my mouth they hear it
And I'm forever with the smoke we ain't got the clear it
No I'm not innocent
But please spare me of my innocents
Didn't get the picket fence
instead we got the barb wire
They game ain't fair of course they lift the bar higher
Not expecting me to pole-vault
Underestimating the God himself is your fault
Silly mistakes of a non believer
Smoke a bunch of weed and get straight to the work I'm a high achiever
Yessirskii lil baby got a Benz it's 300 for her car key but still need me to park sheesh
It's what ever though we ain't got time to argue when we on a tight schedule
Nights like this we take risks
At heights like this we glide cliffs
And it's Sights like this you can't miss
A nigga started poppin shit but now a nigga poppin chris
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
She like what's up what's up with all that weed residue
And I'm like it help me for all the things a nigga going through
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Writer(s): Maurice Farquharson
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