Bogmire

I just hit my money dance we laughing all way up to the store
Spark up sticky thraxx ain't high enough man I just need some more
Go white boy hit your jig
Don't fuck it up you'll make it big
That's all I hear 'em say but they still hating like some fucking lames.

Buying top shelf for the Low
(Low)
Sticky got me acting slow
(Slow)
I just dropped a new track but I think I'll drop 100 more
(100 more)
Call me no faith cause I got no faith in these fucking hoes
Hash slinging slasher I love hash herb please no grabba though

I don't really care Whatchu say
I've heard it all y'all sound the same
My heart of ice, I'll roll the dice, I'll take my chances ain't fucking with fakes
Smoking back woods in the back woods
Jason Vorhees in the mountains
I just think y'all got it backwards
Always out here fucking doubting huh

The difference between me and you Motherfucker
Is I put my whole energy in the Project I don't fuck around
And I don't waste no time cause this music shit isn't a object To show off
I do it to prove to myself that I'm better than I really think and I get my Emotions
Straight off of my chest this the real of the real the raw of the energy
All of you Fuck off I know you ain't feeling me
In the future I know you gonna envy me
Can't party that bottle be tempting me
But I be smoking up tree Johnny apple seed
Stay focused ain't nothing in this world free
Hard working my conscious be haunting me
Getting stronger every time I learn to heal the bleed
This close to the off switch no we still gotta go
And make are own bags yuh
Make some shit to last yuh
None of this familiar shit that you used to oh that's sad huh
I could never sound the same I switch up every track
Me and Mediocre Mane staying cooking breaking bad huh



Credits
Writer(s): Colby Whittaker
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