My March Lyrics

I'll give you a full disclosure

I've got walls full of posters

I've got Tyler, I've got Iggy

I've got Drizzy, I've got Doom

The way you lookin at them

I can already tell what you assume

You wanna hear about my shit ill show you my shit

There's a roof on my ceiling next to my fan

I point with my hand

I bring it down to notice your shoes

Like you aint got a clue

I got self respect to a 42

Throw over there don't mind all the blue

I'll paint it white but I ain't got the time

Cuz I've got too busy keeping you on my mind

Naw you ain't got to lie I see you all the

Ahh you remind me of Caroline

Bad mouthing this much should be a crime

You lucky I'm not mike ty in his prime

Keeping up with you is like taking a

Slippery steep climb

You don't got to bother me so much

About my damn grime

That reminds me

I've got leftover pasta in the fridge

No longer then 2 mins

Also did I tell you about my trip to Italy

Or my trip to New Orleans

Lemme show you my fit from when I hit the bins

Its got pockets, its got blue

Its got some new or old lint

The tag ain't legible

You say its too big

But it ain't take long time to dig

You ain't credible yet so take another swig

Now you got it all hopped up

Lemme stop you till you take another cup

And of course you've got it all figured out

You think drinking brings you clout

All it does is bring you a quick out from reality

And you pin it all back on me