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Chorus 

What's the point, 
In Wanting more when you're loaded 
What's the point 
I remember being broke 
What's the point 
Living life blowing smoke

a waste of time 
Can you tell me I am fine 
Just fuckin tell me somethin that'll get me out my mind 
Just let me smoke this loud and let me drift into

of the pound when I'm rollin' one up
Not countin' singles I add by the bunch
High-tech pourin' into my cup
Big smoke be killing my lungs
Talk shit get hit with

moving to the top like a walk down the street
You can get a second chance not a second life
So imma count the bands and let the days go by
I been feeling

it's in my pocket
My bread too thick for a wallet
I can't fold, this isn't poker
Chiefing Keef, hate being sober
I stay smoking by the zip
No cap, I'll

Bun, I've got my eyes on you
From the very first moment, we have met
I slice a pineapple in two
Its leaves again remind me of your hair
We drink

flow is gold
You sick of your thoughts
You ready to fold
Ready to mold 
You do what you told
Get up and go
You worry your folks
You hold onto hoes
In

On told you to get your quotes on, but that's
Just bein' prolonged It took a while to raise this price, ain't
It? Oh, you just nice enough to have them

the race I win the case
Bloody jumpsuit Like I'm mase
Clip on my waist
Stuck in my ways
One of theses days
Hide at my place
Keep up the pace
Tie your shoe

Let me wind up my waist ah
Come give u little taste ah
Let me show you how I break ah
Feel my hips take over

And look me in the eye
Tell me another

Through the fog and concern
We spoke about no return

The wings frayed by the end of the flight
So sit and wait red eyes at midnight 
Suppress your

I carry a picture
Of my girl everywhere I go
Something to remember her by
When my heart is beating slow
Burned into my eyes
Is a rosebud blooming

Don't drop it, you don't wanna get too close 
If you do, keep me hidden by The Post
Think of things that you would never wanna know
Keep on thinking

all the time
You were literally here
I gave you a text
You didn't appear
I gave you my all
You turn wit da steer, skrrt 
The clouds in my eyes
Like fuck

I can tell by the way that you look over your shoulder when I pull up and smoke with you
That you got another nigga you fucking and he stay close by

change
But the shape of your face
Taking in cash like a god damn safe
Jimmy neutron blast she was giving me brain
Never outta gas when I light my flame

your eyes
But still you can't let go, no matter how you try
You talk yourself into a web

Go free as a bird, soar in the wind
You'll see from on high,

There was blood in your nose and my eyes
But we didn't mind

Decided to call up some friends to drop by
For a snack, for a smoke, for whatever
Then

on the soft
Family ties to the pen
Ask uncle Loft
Street shit all i knew
Test me I'ma shoot
Seen niggas get away in a red Lexus coupe
Time fly by I'm a grown

since I turned nineteen
So apprehensive she said with despair in her eyes
But what I saw was the sole reflection of pride
It's all meaningless, here's

by noon
Finna bool wit bafoons
Get high, eat shrooms
Let the smoke fill with room
I refuse to be doomed
I'm still not fully bloomed
Fuck what you had

reckless, yeah
But there's music in your eyes
You are my setlist, yeah
Now take me for a ride
Baby we reckless, we reckless
You don't know what you do to me

Brother got the boof, cmon pass it
And by boof I mean dark oak saplings in minecraft
We don’t smoke, why would you think that
The gods are on a trip through

I can smell the barbecue
From a few blocks over
Can I get a rib or something
I'm hungry too
Might hop on my bike
And ride through
Catch me at your