Lyrics

Outta bread like a celiac I was gone, not too long I took a little nap (Where'd he go?) Where I'm really at Looking up online pictures of artifacts (Huh?) (Whatchu talking 'bout) Cause I'm just high and lazy I had to cut my girlfriend off The bitch was tryna save me Like who you think you is The only woman on my mind is coming from the 80's (Awww) And that woman my mother When I'm with your bitch I'm like a cop I'm undercover You must have really loved her Well I'm sorry Try again After Hot Girl Summer Well I'm sorry Lost my pen Can't take down your number Man, I'm like a stray dog I could never collar I could never call her I only want one thing And that's to just be taller I got bars for days I had to get inside my car And just drive away Cause I'm the bigger man I do a breathing exercise when I'm a little mad I made 'em meditate This a trump rally (Huh?) I just let 'em hate You're a little late Life gave me sour people I made lemonade I don't need to be inspired I just need the jeep With the big tires Smoked so much I can't get higher Prefer a Clipper But I'll settle for a Bic lighter Move to LA Still rep Suns No Clippers No dick rider I'm figured a kid's higher Meaning, I'm your dad He don't subscribe to fads He don't fit in his pants He's barking at the pack He's telling them to move (He's telling them to move)
Writer(s): Robert Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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