Beer Bottle Blunts
They say keep your soul secret, hands tied
Tell lil' mama roll with it, I ain't have no home lately
Maybe I been cooped up had to stay inside
Until I lost control of it
I don't need no hoe loving on me
Trynna tell me mountain piles of lies
Trynna keep a hold of my sanity and soul
But to each their own and each their peace at least I like
To tell myself cause it get cold
When the answer is unknown
Find a better mind
If I could get a sip of somethin' hit of somethin
Rolling up until we die
Hit a button all the sudden know enough to free my mind
Robitussen for the puffin' roll a blunt beer bottle sized
Been known to love model thighs
My dick grows more for dollar signs
Cause it knows that's the hottest life
And all the signs point me to slaughter rhymes
Instead of spending all my time on Canvas reading between the dotted lines
Take my time
Fuck what they gon' think of me and fuck em if they're ever on my mind
So sublime
Soda lime
Vodka with the soda hooks hit like Rocky Balboa
More grip than boa constrictors
Go for the gold don't go silver
Same goes for tequila drink em' both until they kill my liver
More of a taker than giver
I give her wood you give slivers
You living big I live bigger
Right now I trip bout my figures but I know that that's not in the plan cause I might just
Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
H-H-Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
They say keep your soul secret, hands tied
Tell lil' mama roll with it, I ain't have no home lately
Maybe I been cooped up had to stay inside
Until I lost control of it
I don't need no hoe loving on me
Trynna tell me mountain piles of lies
Trynna keep a hold of my sanity and soul
But to each their own and each their peace at least I like
To tell myself cause it get cold
When the answer is unknown
Find a better mind
If I could get a sip of somethin' hit of somethin
Rolling up until we die
Hit a button all the sudden know enough to free my mind
Robitussen for the puffin' roll a blunt beer bottle sized
Been known to love model thighs
My dick grows more for dollar signs
Tell lil' mama roll with it, I ain't have no home lately
Maybe I been cooped up had to stay inside
Until I lost control of it
I don't need no hoe loving on me
Trynna tell me mountain piles of lies
Trynna keep a hold of my sanity and soul
But to each their own and each their peace at least I like
To tell myself cause it get cold
When the answer is unknown
Find a better mind
If I could get a sip of somethin' hit of somethin
Rolling up until we die
Hit a button all the sudden know enough to free my mind
Robitussen for the puffin' roll a blunt beer bottle sized
Been known to love model thighs
My dick grows more for dollar signs
Cause it knows that's the hottest life
And all the signs point me to slaughter rhymes
Instead of spending all my time on Canvas reading between the dotted lines
Take my time
Fuck what they gon' think of me and fuck em if they're ever on my mind
So sublime
Soda lime
Vodka with the soda hooks hit like Rocky Balboa
More grip than boa constrictors
Go for the gold don't go silver
Same goes for tequila drink em' both until they kill my liver
More of a taker than giver
I give her wood you give slivers
You living big I live bigger
Right now I trip bout my figures but I know that that's not in the plan cause I might just
Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
H-H-Hop on the top of the speaker
Drop off the top a two seater
Not soft with the drops cause my lot plots on the hot need a heater
They say keep your soul secret, hands tied
Tell lil' mama roll with it, I ain't have no home lately
Maybe I been cooped up had to stay inside
Until I lost control of it
I don't need no hoe loving on me
Trynna tell me mountain piles of lies
Trynna keep a hold of my sanity and soul
But to each their own and each their peace at least I like
To tell myself cause it get cold
When the answer is unknown
Find a better mind
If I could get a sip of somethin' hit of somethin
Rolling up until we die
Hit a button all the sudden know enough to free my mind
Robitussen for the puffin' roll a blunt beer bottle sized
Been known to love model thighs
My dick grows more for dollar signs
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Writer(s): Cameron Piper
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