I smoke a lot of weed, i mean why not? its kind of a give away that i smoke a lot of pot
She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back
It's my feelings and sadly i can't scrap that,
Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away
I spend it make it right back on a monday
Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt
Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered
When you spill out hits
Dont judge me ...its my feelings
She told me erything is real
Haters cant stop me my feelings are steel,
This is like love, that you can never get
I cant quite get a grasp on my feelings just yet
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