French Toast Video (MV)

Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home
Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home

Giving out advice that you should probably take
Working on my vices, swear to God, they think I'm probably fake
Coffee, so I'm wide awake
Difference between us, night and day
Light a jay, need some water, lace it up
Dealer shaking, bake it up
Fighting, so we make it up
My galaxy, you guarding it
My ballpoint sharpening
I'm on point modest with all of my accomplishments
Astonishment; a concept and a consequence
The chlorophyll, you blossom with
You dying to be living, but you a living lie
Scrolling up and down a screen, validation from likes
You hate looking in the mirror but you give it a try
Cause all the little things you fear always turning down the ride
Always turning down the radio, why you have to me play for?
Why they haven't pay me for attention, so I'm laying low
Laying down on your back, playin' round in the sand
In a castle where the Kings land, need an ink pad for this think pad
These mishaps, when I drip past and I say nothing but I think fast (Think fast)
And I keep moving like so slowly, like so lonely
My new nikes got worn soles and I'm so dull
I got dope goals, so no drugs, no hoes
That X5 with four doors, cold flows
Boss up, I don't boast, no
It cost a lot when you do the most
My mind open, my fam close
And I chose you, over me
Every time, every day
Every line, every night
I'm doing fine; Another lie

Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home
Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home

I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)
I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)
You still need me, I still need you
I can't do anything without you (No, no, no)

Coke and pills gon' pay these bills
I keep a Draco right beside me, yes I will
Put a bullet dead in your ass, keepin' it real
Nah this ain't the Gang starr, but that mass appeal
I had your bitch walking the blade in her panties and heels
On that Yellow Brick Road, where them looks could kill
They getting charged Murder I, taking no plea deals
Walking out, not guilty, this how OJ feels bitch

Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home
Long, long nights while we rolling up the dro
Fresh french toast in the morning with the blow
It's days like this got me feeling so low (Solo)
I don't wanna go to work, I don't wanna go home