8mg of dilly, I can't f*cking feel my face
My brodie acting silly, boutta catch another case
My momma said"Your skin is yellow, man you gotta something"
All these pills done got my bilirubin higher than like space
Sergeant foley, same shit, different day
With the homie moving tic tacs for some pay
Do it solely for the shift of the day
This my motherf*cking job, I'm a janitor with these stains
Like a surfer riding waves
That's all you f*cking do, like a track runner in my lane
With my boys tagging and smoking inside this abandoned place
You would think my name is Playa and I'm from the 3rd Street Saints
Like I'm Niko Bellic, do it all for pay
I'll ball up on a sucker like it's nba 2k
Boutta stack another K, man my money in the gym
And we'll really give him stains if he struggling to give
Clouds - Silly Lyrics
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8mg of dilly, I can't f*cking feel my face
My brodie acting silly, boutta catch another case
My momma said"Your skin is yellow, man you gotta something"
All these pills done got my bilirubin higher than like space
Sergeant foley, same shit, different day
With the homie moving tic tacs for some pay
Do it solely for the shift of the day
This my motherf*cking job, I'm a janitor with these stains
Like a surfer riding waves
That's all you f*cking do, like a track runner in my lane
With my boys tagging and smoking inside this abandoned place
You would think my name is Playa and I'm from the 3rd Street Saints
Like I'm Niko Bellic, do it all for pay
I'll ball up on a sucker like it's nba 2k
Boutta stack another K, man my money in the gym
And we'll really give him stains if he struggling to give
My brodie acting silly, boutta catch another case
My momma said"Your skin is yellow, man you gotta something"
All these pills done got my bilirubin higher than like space
Sergeant foley, same shit, different day
With the homie moving tic tacs for some pay
Do it solely for the shift of the day
This my motherf*cking job, I'm a janitor with these stains
Like a surfer riding waves
That's all you f*cking do, like a track runner in my lane
With my boys tagging and smoking inside this abandoned place
You would think my name is Playa and I'm from the 3rd Street Saints
Like I'm Niko Bellic, do it all for pay
I'll ball up on a sucker like it's nba 2k
Boutta stack another K, man my money in the gym
And we'll really give him stains if he struggling to give
Writer: Pablo Salceda
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