Getting Late Lyrics

I'm tired today, I'm lazy, I don't wanna do it

It's too hard, no one else is doing it

It's a weekend, it's too late, it's already off hours

Oh, exactly what I want isn't happening right now

Like, okay, great, you know who that's great for

Your competition

It's getting, it's getting late, listen to Floetry

I wanna grab my notebook, hit the weed and write some poetry

I got a lot of songs on myself, can't nobody flow with me

Race in my mind, I'm running, can't lose control

I hit the weed and write out, telling you, some shit can't get too old

I wanna leave, I'm feeling stuck like glue, but I'm just not like Elmer's

I done had to fix a lot of walls

Hey man, I used that hammer, can't believe

Bro, I just spent a night, he's stuck up in that slammer

Yeah, my mama raised me right, approach a girl, I'm using manners

Bet I'm really working hard, I'm knowing this shit finna change

Always got three special girls, my granny, mama, Mary Jane

Hit the weed, this shit gon' calm you down

Hit the weed, this shit gon' calm you down

Ain't got no brothers, found my friends and they my brothers now

I done went through three five quarter ounces, now we copping pounds

I'ma cop the crib, I'ma cop the whip and do that shit with ease

Always working hard, I'm doing some shit that you won't believe

Man, I'm traveling out to places, some shit that you can't pronounce

They said that I can't smoke, tell them that's the rule, I gotta break

I'ma cop the plane, bitch, y'all diamonds gon' be fake

My weed strong as fuck, it's some shit you cannot take

My car driving, so back home, bitch, you can't relate

Finna roll another joint, take a trip to outer space

I'm driving on my own and I don't think I'm doing the speed

Man, I seen a lot of crackheads, man, I seen a lot of fiends

And I seen a lot of bitches, I ain't really seen no wifes

It's a lot of broke niggas, no rich people in sight

And I'm smoking and I'm chilling, it's getting late listening to floetry

I wanna grab my notebook, hit the weed and write some poetry

I got a lot of songs on my sub, can't nobody flow with me

I'm running to the top, just tell me if you're trying to go with me

4AM I'm driving, I don't see nobody next to me

TV black and white, I swear it's looking like the referee

Always got three special girls, my granny, mama, Mary Jane

All my songs got Kirko DNA, I know my shit gon' bang