Maybe its time to leave my home, set out on an adventure
They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather
After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
The dead society of a poet
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame
Remember craft adventure elite defender
And then along came the wrong man for her
At the top where i'm in, is no place for your adventure.
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
The days of our adventure
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