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Thought I was lookin' grown type shit
Oh shit
That's pretty fuckin' dope
Hell yeah
We can just cut that shit right there
But guess what though
We heading out of town
Better go make some music
Finish this fuckin' project
So here we go
Heading out of town, crossing Main Street
Straight from the underground, tryin' to make it mainstream
Nah, fuck that, we speakin' truth
Livin' what we talk about
Peep the type of lyrics I be feedin' you
Plans I see in my head, I'm chalkin' down
Quiet little kid, done grown up
He the one talkin' now
He the one poppin' out
He the one who got his show poppin' now
Just about a year back in the scene
Move back home, just about to get up outta here
Loggie back on his feet, honestly
It's time to see how we be
Usually, casually, he chillin' with his bag of weed
Up in the driver's seat, practicin' how to give this heat
Possibly, nice and smooth or viciously
Sorry, but the kids will see
Life is full of misery, it ain't no mystery
Life goes on and repeats history
Layin' there, nestin' in your self pity
Layin' there, restin' in a house filled with pity
Dirty room, dirty home
You live where the sun don't shine
The things that should be growin' don't even bloom
You sleep all day, you stay all night
You wake up at noon, wastin' time
And you sleep so sound like everything is alright
No, it ain't right, so you waste precious nights
Drownin' in your thoughts, hopin' to rewind
I think I smoke about two, three times a day
Light that shit up whenever I get paid
Rolled about three joints for one place
Gettin' fucked up, you can see it in my face
Talkin' shit, left a bad taste
Talkin' shit, I'ma get my own way
Talkin' shit, you gon' get the fade
Better watch what you say