Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
Sitting contemplating concentrating on if i
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.
Leaves yours sitting on the curb
My shirt, purple label my shirt
In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit
Yet he tried to flush me down the toilet?
Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling
Straight into the toilet, his head gets used for plunging
●mm mm i'm sitting on the world like i own it/
But i like you like..like a lil bit
Now this is what i call an evening
Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything
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