No show and tell, but I do it well
Pardon my French, but I French inhale
My shawty flinch when it hit the scale
We blowing bags blow it by the bell
Night crawler, too clean, spray me with the Lysol
Sweet dreams, smoking with the lights off
Let's have a drink until it's last call
Roll with me
Too nostalgic, head in the clouds I'm a dream-aholic
Light year beam, pull me thru the vortex
Space coupe always bring me to your doorstep
I can't explain, don't know what to call it
Kush pack always be my pick me up
I should go, I should roll like 50 blunts
Rose gold pink in my double cup
That's why I'm slumped
And that's why I'm gone
I took a L rolled the L then flew home
This not Cologne, you can smell what I'm on
I tend to erase all regrets in my phone
Rip thru my flesh til you get to my soul
How many licks it take, how many licks it take?
Everybody make mistakes, everybody make mistakes
But I never hit the breaks as long as I'm in this race