WHERE U BIN? (THE STOVE) Lyrics

Hahahaha

Where the fuck are we yo?

Don't worry about it homie, I got you

Naw man, I can't even see shit

.. Hey man.. come with me everything will be fine

Just come with me man

Come with meeee

Yup, uh

Yup, this that waterfall shit, king's cup on the beach

I'mma have to take a pass at ya fast bitch

Yup, just for kicks

(Hey where you been?)

Like can we kick it?

(Hey where you been?)

Residuals

Green ninja wolves

Get so fuckin' high I cease

To be an individual

If I'mma be honest

I'm at least insane

(Hey, where you been? Where you been?)

We doin' greasy shit

Like we stockin the shelves with them

B.C. bricks

And I gotta new style

And I gotta new style

And I never do time, 'cept

On my fuckin' beat stove

Do cry but I never do crimes

But I hate the police

And I'll never fuckin' bee stung

I'm pre stoned

I'mma split some fuckin' blow on the fuckin' priest's stove

Fuck the police tho

If I gotta fuckin' say it four times

If I gotta fuckin' rest my case

Gotta prove my point

Gotta make myself clear

Do I make myself clear?

I fuckin' hate the police so

Fuck y'all boys in blue