I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
Fine girls with fine asses sipping on some nice wine
And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time
Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean
I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine
I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine
Nas told me life's a bitch
Aging like wine, just check my vintage
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,
And i'm not just saying that cause i drank a whole box of wine
My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line
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