This is a song about "Do often"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Put my number in your phone

I often use google chrome

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I always wanted to be like them, now im writing particularly often,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Often resorting to warping your comments

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Suffice to say it often goes awry