Cross My Mind Lyrics

Whoa, yeah, no mistake, uh

I smoke a lot of weed just to pass a lil time I might hit the deuce every time you cross my mind

They said everything, heal with fucking time You can't get time back like a spent dollar

If you chase the bread then them hoes gon' follow I ain't got time for your games lil' mama

Looking for love everywhere, be content with yourself Loving me this week, next week somebody else

You won't find love until you love yourself I might smoke a lot of weed just to pass the time

I might hit the deuce every time you cross my mind

Fuck the world, everybody pussy it blows my mind

Tell a motherfucker the truth, you either hating or out of line I'm not content cool for you, but that's just not my life

I'm a player, what you mean? Nigga, fuck a wife You gon' wake up divorced, bro, without a dime

You see my pinky the way it twinkle, I make a bitch blind Pull up on her face, lit up like a kid seeing a Mickey D sign

Hit the wood and then I think about my life As long as you ain't dead, you got a chance to strive

Talking bout you want, real but , never seen real in your life My niggas gon' ride if I'm wrong or I'm right

My bitch gon' ride if I'm wrong or I'm righ

Shit when I'm wrong, bitch, I'm right

Motherfucker call , Sean Paul, please give me the light I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna take flight

You tryna get by, I'm tryna live life I'm married to the game, can you please throw the rice

I might smoke a lot of weed just to pass a little time I might hit the deuce every time you cross my mind

If being fresh was a motherfucking crime I'm getting life every fucking time

Got that diesel from New York, came back home Ballin' like a giant, is that CBD

What the fuck is you smoking Potna? Nigga, fizzle on that syrup, Aint talking no ain't your mama, I already knew

I was gon' fuck bitch I already had on the condom

The life of this world has three parts It's like getting on a train

And you got three steps to make So your ticket has three parts

When you start out, you're given a ticket The ticket has three parts

So while you're in the womb of your mother With no consciousness at all

This is one part of your trip And when you're born, you enter the world

So one part of the ticket is torn off and thrown away You will never get that ticket again, no refund