Never really had a scene
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Sure think I moved like every stoner
Sell enough to stock up
My smoking marijuana
Always down to spark up
Night into the morning
School into work mode
It help me keep my focus
Til I'm zoning
Thinkin bout my poet
Something I could do
But nah I can't
I must be joking
After high school
Just join the U
And keep it rolling
Could chef it up
Or fix some trucks exactly
Like my bro did
Guess I'm hopeless
Ain't really much for all the school
Mediocre in my class
Rather try to make a move
Sell a little grass
It wouldn't last
That's what I knew
Reeking in the halls
I got suspension for it too
Said I'm splendid as a student
When I'm sober and astute
But I smoked every lunch
Mr. F
You ain't knew?
I'm better when I'm blunted
And my breath smell like fuel
Cause I put up with your shit
Instead shifting to my tune
Never really had a scene
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Roll roll
Roll it up
Slow slow
This the spot
Hopping out the whip
Boutta get like 50 bucks
Then we headed to this bitch
To sell some petty little dub
Shit I'm never getting rich
Off this penny nickel stuff
I'm convinced if I did
I'd be convicted in a month
Ain't no conflictions with skunk
I keep on smoking every day tho
A play doh moral compass
Get you as far as fighting Kato
Shit I probably lost more grape grows
Than grape grove has
Boo toss tomatoes
When I fumble the bag
Who lose the table
And still get a new hand
It's me
I hate losing bitch
I go til I win
Love green
Cause you sell it
Get it back in your hand
F*ck mean
Never average
Being complacent your end
F*ck a scene
Got my homies
Freaks, Geeks, Fiends, Businessmen
Never seen a better team since
Ocean 11
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Never really had a scene
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Sure think I moved like every stoner
Sell enough to stock up
My smoking marijuana
Always down to spark up
Night into the morning
School into work mode
It help me keep my focus
Til I'm zoning
Thinkin bout my poet
Something I could do
But nah I can't
I must be joking
After high school
Just join the U
And keep it rolling
Could chef it up
Or fix some trucks exactly
Like my bro did
Guess I'm hopeless
Ain't really much for all the school
Mediocre in my class
Rather try to make a move
Sell a little grass
It wouldn't last
That's what I knew
Reeking in the halls
I got suspension for it too
Said I'm splendid as a student
When I'm sober and astute
But I smoked every lunch
Mr. F
You ain't knew?
I'm better when I'm blunted
And my breath smell like fuel
Cause I put up with your shit
Instead shifting to my tune
Never really had a scene
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Roll roll
Roll it up
Slow slow
This the spot
Hopping out the whip
Boutta get like 50 bucks
Then we headed to this bitch
To sell some petty little dub
Shit I'm never getting rich
Off this penny nickel stuff
I'm convinced if I did
I'd be convicted in a month
Ain't no conflictions with skunk
I keep on smoking every day tho
A play doh moral compass
Get you as far as fighting Kato
Shit I probably lost more grape grows
Than grape grove has
Boo toss tomatoes
When I fumble the bag
Who lose the table
And still get a new hand
It's me
I hate losing bitch
I go til I win
Love green
Cause you sell it
Get it back in your hand
F*ck mean
Never average
Being complacent your end
F*ck a scene
Got my homies
Freaks, Geeks, Fiends, Businessmen
Never seen a better team since
Ocean 11
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Sure think I moved like every stoner
Sell enough to stock up
My smoking marijuana
Always down to spark up
Night into the morning
School into work mode
It help me keep my focus
Til I'm zoning
Thinkin bout my poet
Something I could do
But nah I can't
I must be joking
After high school
Just join the U
And keep it rolling
Could chef it up
Or fix some trucks exactly
Like my bro did
Guess I'm hopeless
Ain't really much for all the school
Mediocre in my class
Rather try to make a move
Sell a little grass
It wouldn't last
That's what I knew
Reeking in the halls
I got suspension for it too
Said I'm splendid as a student
When I'm sober and astute
But I smoked every lunch
Mr. F
You ain't knew?
I'm better when I'm blunted
And my breath smell like fuel
Cause I put up with your shit
Instead shifting to my tune
Never really had a scene
Had my little clique
Got invested in the green
Not a interest
That I'd follow
That was me
Burnt out
Bum
He just a loner and a dweeb
Those cronies here like every week
Sit in parking lots any time we had thats free
Rollin round the blocks
Bro I need 3 g's
Checking out my watch
Like who really need sleep?
Roll roll
Roll it up
Slow slow
This the spot
Hopping out the whip
Boutta get like 50 bucks
Then we headed to this bitch
To sell some petty little dub
Shit I'm never getting rich
Off this penny nickel stuff
I'm convinced if I did
I'd be convicted in a month
Ain't no conflictions with skunk
I keep on smoking every day tho
A play doh moral compass
Get you as far as fighting Kato
Shit I probably lost more grape grows
Than grape grove has
Boo toss tomatoes
When I fumble the bag
Who lose the table
And still get a new hand
It's me
I hate losing bitch
I go til I win
Love green
Cause you sell it
Get it back in your hand
F*ck mean
Never average
Being complacent your end
F*ck a scene
Got my homies
Freaks, Geeks, Fiends, Businessmen
Never seen a better team since
Ocean 11
Writer: Alex Pruyn
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