11/10/15
Bongs, blunts
Brews filled with ash
If you got a pack of cigs
These cats'll hand out they cash
Pong games
How long can it last
Felt like it was forever
Now that's forever in the past
Songs, beats
Every one is trash
Still I'm grinding in this game
But they won't toss me a damn pass
Wrong names
What they called me in my class
Never measured to the marks
Now the marks want my autograph
Party for the Dogs
Dylan
Tommy
Hella crossed
B Day shit
Better bring
Better bombs
Clever drinks
They left me gone
Trash another mans home
That's the type of shit I'm on?
Letting strangers in that jawn
Cheer 'em on and watch 'em fight
Then start yelling
It ain't right
Tossing everybody out
Another party next night
Bacardi wit the sprite
My dog got molly
If y'all like
I ain't ever been this gone
But anybody got a light?
I'm sparking one
I copped the Dutch
And turned it to an onion
I got an ounce of the weed
Gimme your honeys funds
Only cost you like 3 hund
And that's a nice deal
I make my cash like re runs
Call me Seinfeld
Shit keep stacking
On my way to a platinum
But never sign a deal
Independent
I make it happen
Life sure is a party
When my only vice causing action
I ain't ever saying sorry
If we racing
And I'm passing
Bongs, blunts
Brews filled with ash
If you got a pack of cigs
These cats'll hand out they cash
Pong games
How long can it last
Felt like it was forever
Now that's forever in the past
Songs, beats
Every one is trash
Still I'm grinding in this game
But they won't toss me a damn pass
Wrong names
What they called me in my class
Never measured to the marks
Now the marks want my autograph
Whoop whoop
That's the sound of the police
Watching people scoot scoot out the window
With a shriek
Fuck if I do that man
I'mma probably break a knee
Lock the door of the bathroom like 20 people in this piece
Seeing flashlights at my feet
Feds be scratching at the door
I won't ever let 'em in
They gon have to bust a hole
They told everyone to go
Get up outta here please
Drunk kids all on the hill
Barb wire stripping they knees
Hop I'm the car if Stoney jones
First time we ever did meet
Drove me back to the rango
So I could catch me some sleep
They went to hit up another party
Cops bust it by 3
We was kids just getting sloppy
Freestyling heat on a beat
Can always head to cisumakas
He was a partying fiend
People puking in the tub
Kitchen got pancakes to eat
Had a party cup bong
Porch got plenty of weed
So many games of beer pong
The 30 racks seeming meek
Brews filled with ash
If you got a pack of cigs
These cats'll hand out they cash
Pong games
How long can it last
Felt like it was forever
Now that's forever in the past
Songs, beats
Every one is trash
Still I'm grinding in this game
But they won't toss me a damn pass
Wrong names
What they called me in my class
Never measured to the marks
Now the marks want my autograph
Party for the Dogs
Dylan
Tommy
Hella crossed
B Day shit
Better bring
Better bombs
Clever drinks
They left me gone
Trash another mans home
That's the type of shit I'm on?
Letting strangers in that jawn
Cheer 'em on and watch 'em fight
Then start yelling
It ain't right
Tossing everybody out
Another party next night
Bacardi wit the sprite
My dog got molly
If y'all like
I ain't ever been this gone
But anybody got a light?
I'm sparking one
I copped the Dutch
And turned it to an onion
I got an ounce of the weed
Gimme your honeys funds
Only cost you like 3 hund
And that's a nice deal
I make my cash like re runs
Call me Seinfeld
Shit keep stacking
On my way to a platinum
But never sign a deal
Independent
I make it happen
Life sure is a party
When my only vice causing action
I ain't ever saying sorry
If we racing
And I'm passing
Bongs, blunts
Brews filled with ash
If you got a pack of cigs
These cats'll hand out they cash
Pong games
How long can it last
Felt like it was forever
Now that's forever in the past
Songs, beats
Every one is trash
Still I'm grinding in this game
But they won't toss me a damn pass
Wrong names
What they called me in my class
Never measured to the marks
Now the marks want my autograph
Whoop whoop
That's the sound of the police
Watching people scoot scoot out the window
With a shriek
Fuck if I do that man
I'mma probably break a knee
Lock the door of the bathroom like 20 people in this piece
Seeing flashlights at my feet
Feds be scratching at the door
I won't ever let 'em in
They gon have to bust a hole
They told everyone to go
Get up outta here please
Drunk kids all on the hill
Barb wire stripping they knees
Hop I'm the car if Stoney jones
First time we ever did meet
Drove me back to the rango
So I could catch me some sleep
They went to hit up another party
Cops bust it by 3
We was kids just getting sloppy
Freestyling heat on a beat
Can always head to cisumakas
He was a partying fiend
People puking in the tub
Kitchen got pancakes to eat
Had a party cup bong
Porch got plenty of weed
So many games of beer pong
The 30 racks seeming meek
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Writer(s): Alex Pruyn
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