Smoking concentrates, but it don't make me think better
I'm looking at her faces, yeah, 'cause she is a bag getter
Wake up out a dream, I forget like where I am
Green up on my plate, but it's not Sam who I am
I can't take you seriously, you like comic sans
I'm running down the beach, Rick is filled up with some sand
I'm stressing late at night like I got an exam, I cram
And all my clothes musty, they came in on a boat from Japan
And all my Rick crust, Aw09 on my coat man
And all my soles vibram, you won't catch me slippin'
You got a check and bought essentials, boy, you not dripping
Feel like marty, not no bird, but I'm flippin' 'em
She look good, hеr nails sharp like she's pricking sum
Yeah, I don't care no morе
I might throw on a fitted with some ricky dunks
Yeah, I really shouldn't swear no more but I don't really give a fuck
Yeah, she like ketamine, I like it when she kissing me
I know she missing me, you rocking new Number (N)ine
You must be kidding me and my shoes came creased
They from 2003
I'm smoking on this pack 'till I wake up and I can't breathe
Yeah, aw
(Wastedyouth)
I have to get like all the negativity out of my head
Roll up a [?] and I smoke until there's nothing left
[?] given to chosen to fuck it up again
Digital coin, I'm not worried, I'll fuck it up the checkers
I pray to God to [?], and get my daily print
Smell like a real boss, for going out make sure my rizz away
My days slice me, I fall, so always 100, always look my plays
I think God it all lied, that California go swag
Play these keeps while is dark (play these keeps)
With my wolfgang, with my dogs (cannot with my dogs)
I can't find the key in my heart (can't find my heart)
Fantasy plays apart
And the sunset I take it off to the stars
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Ain't no time, still there three 9's on my art
Expensive jewelry, it's shining in the dark