I Don't Wanna Chill

Who you think you barking at? I see you when you walking at

The streets and never calling back, bring me the quarterback

Heart attacks are outrageous, my rhymes are R-Rated

Call daily, tell you bout' the lyrics with the raw pages

Take this and I will see you on a Sunday

Come play, buy an ounce and smoke it all in on day

I used to love her now the beat makes me stutter

She muttered, telling me that there can be no other

I'm smooth like the butter, broke my PlayStation

Cause' when I told you that my mind was in a daze I wasn't playin'

Keep praying buddy, pulling on the same trigga'

Put your remote control down this is not a game