Lyrics:
a hankering for a cold one
Hell yeah it was a cold one
Then my buddy noah went and lit the fire
And Quinn brought his truck and spun them tires
Hell we all had
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
i need to grow my own fire
Jammin in this inner armagedon like lagga head
I'm off my nut, please save me from myself
I try to keep my mind blank, but
to stomach them dummy dums
I breath hell fire an underdog underground
So in case you were wondering now you know where the fire is coming from
Ain't no better
buddy make me wanna slowwww down
20 girls for the road
I dey give them on the low
I go give you all my doe
Bottles popping all night got some Ace for
I got a bad lil' thing from the Bay way
When I hit it from the back do the Nae Nae
I been pullin' on her hair like a Beyblade
Buddy Buddy in my lungs
the cannon
Listen close I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy
That's the A-K
As the world keeps turning
Imma keep smoking this weed that got my chest on fire
Like a nigga got covid
And if I sin I only hope the lord notice
The team
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
a heathen in a sermon
But I don't talk about the Bible just the things I witness
Guess I've always been myself nigga
Cause I spend most of my time by myself
Smoking Gelati it taste like Papaya
Say he want grease he got cooked by he fryer
Posture perfect they can't help but admire
Went from wanted pictures now my
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
I'm 16, I'm a big man
And my kicks clean, I wanna show them off
Say nuen, let's go arcade and we can play suen
If you beat me this chains yours
Just
Grab the bull by the horns, rodeo
Then he turn me around, do se do
He be going downtown, bottom floor
He be tryna take my soul
But little buddy I’ll
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
a common thing
Where no hate has ever been
'Cause I won't let it in
By the warm purple flame
Every little grape calls my name
As it climbs on the fire
little campground by the little sandy river and every time
I pass on by it I reminisce about my teens
I’d spend my summers by a fire catching catfish
Hey yo, here's a real scoop, homie Loc
Them fools around my way gettin' high off gun smoke
And I ain't talkin' about the high like Indo
The kind
quarters
To keep my health green
When it drops in the red
I fire up a couple joints
An I'd jump off of your head
If it was worth some points
I travel around
huh
Tell your buddy drive-by go soon sup like
Vroom vroom vroom
You de smell this ops
Them de
Boom boom boom
No the fuck with us my Gee or face your
Oh
Quit playing all these games you treat this like an arcade Why do I keep on falling for the wrong thing
I hope that I don't cave in cause your love
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
Put the love on top
Sit back and put the love on lock
Texting you when I'm on your block bae
Pick you up meet you by the sidewalk bae
Catch a vibe
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
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