New Set

Hit the phone for the plug, grab a dime with a pack

Roll a fatty, light it up to the dome, green crack

That cotton mouth deadly sev eleven open, that's a fact

Say what's popping to the clerk, flash the id for the pabst

Know one thing about me, I don't need no pat on the back

Mind my business as I'm driving to my baby's cul-de-sac

Waiting on me, picture that

Getting wavy by the coastline, rolled another back to back

And imagine that

This lady got the power got me spilling feelings from the heart

Had a chance back when we were teens I let it fall apart

If I can't be with you I'll make sure we make the charts