If I had some love up on me I would sing about it but I doesn't
Screaming fuck love in the back seat with my homies by the dozen
Yah
Cheaper when you're weeping by yourself
Momma your son ain't been doing well
I smoke cookies till I finally feel
Yah
Speak up they can't hear you
But been calling for so long
Fucked up in my car
I don't got no one for prom
Yah
Got someone to love in the mean time
Speaking, cookies would you be mine
But the drop top it don't mean nothing without you
Said I couldn't but I shown you that I'm bout to
Crushed up in the back seat
Worth a thousand of the ashes
I smoke thousands of the ashes till I fall off
Keep that shit like you don't want me
I smoke too much spliff I feel it boiling
I smoke too much shit I feel like wall-e
Fall off
Spittin shit it sound like fye fye
When you running that's where you die die
Spittin shit it sound like fye fye
Cause I'm on one tonight