And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen
Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son
But i dont fuck around and thats not a lie, im infact bestkind lets go get high
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Im swear im legit, miss i promise im honest
You the party baby i'm just the guest list
I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.
Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis
Briefly explain you why im the rapper thats next
That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
Im sorry, i know you hate when im high
Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Like a male version of lauryn hill
I always get high have tome to kill
What, what ... project shit what
Thats why i never sober up.
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