I don't ever wanna do what you do
Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
I be in the shed making heat, heat
You be YouTube 480P (can`t see)
All your bullshit I'm beyond that
On the back porch adirondack
Bet you didn't know that my mom rapped
Hit me with a text "You the bomb, Ash"
I'm like...
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
I'm framing photos from Mexico sitting in my living room
Be looking pretty from the interior decorating
My lady be slaying, I ain't playing
I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
No pay cuts, only getting raises and bonuses
Palladiums, roses and only that potent shit
I'm growing and going in
My flow is some stoic-ness
A poet that coexists with the holiest [occurances?]
Coincidences, gritters will finish
Make sure I finish my sentences
Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
I thank all my friends, ain't never forgetting my friendliness
No reason to censor it
I love the smell in September, it's kinda like...
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
My girl brings me flowers on the weekend
Making sure I can still smell them
Gimme that
