PABLO

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Caneda Johnson, Rio Steel, Webby Krooger

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Wake up in bikini bottom
I don't see weed
Go to the phone
Get to the plug, need at least 3G
Think I need a new outlet though
Tryna change but I wear the same outfit yo
Music and weed are the only things that make sense
So I'm gonna get baked and make bangers in the basement
Cause we based men
Thought we was on the same wavelength
Now I'm on the pavement with my head caved in
Doesn't make sense
3 AM being sick in a basin
I just need to make P's
Don't need to make peace with no fake friends
And I'm locked in
In the south block basement
I'm him I'm him
Got a great pen
No fake tan no wastemen
Hands on her hips like waistband
I don't wanna go back to basics
I don't want no bitch in ASICS
Mask on like Batman faceless
Everyday fighting temptations
life's a race losing my patience
I just wanna go home in a spaceship
Taking dubs like a psychic at the daily races
Running through my mind like liminal spaces
Step in the bando, feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks inside
From scales, pots, and bowls
I'ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters
Step in the bando, feeling like Pablo
And let me change your life
From scales, pots, and bowls
I'ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me countin' paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters
It's nice to be out my mind
Been stuck inside it for some time
Burry enemies alive, they're just damn phonies
More caps in the air than grad ceremonies
MaryJane makes a merry James
Webby wanna marry marijuana, get the wedding cake
Never hesitate to demonstrate
In my element I elevate
Convinced a spliff of this weed I'm huffing
Is easin the creepin' feeling of struggling
Rick Ross I keep on hustling
Laugh my ass off I keep on shuffling
Hear em stuttering, fumbling the bag
No connection with cunts, why I'm buffering, lag
keep on muttering and tumbling so bad
Webby's ready to crumble, tummy rumbling like mad
Sometimes being in the bando ain't right
I just enjoy getting high with the guys
Pushing p like gunna but I do it in
disguise
I know this shit ain't right I know shit ain't right
Pop a few had me out like a light this girl in my sight frontline
She fine
We twined
Gotta wrap this it's a deadline
Wait a sec take it back a minute
Have to say suttin now I'm in it
F*ck the fakes f*ck the jakes f*ck the snakes
Have to do things to not seem bait
Up till late serve this shit on a plate
I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way
I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way
Step in the bando, feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks inside
From scales, pots, and bowls
I'ma see a mil' off the kitchen side
Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters
Bricks inside
Kitchen side
Up all night
Let me change your life
Bricks inside
Kitchen side
Up all night
Let me change your life

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