Thinkin of the the dreams
Little more weed, first class seats
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
The water from the past is the same water in the present
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Endless the days, forever the nights,
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
Here's the answer and the antidote:
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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