27's and Jim Beam silver jewelry pimpin
Passin all the blunts with erybody call me Coachillin
I'm so festive I'm built in
Far from sorry I'm sinkin
Fetch another bone they threw me, gave a hand and I'm steepin
Hit the face tryna sync in
Hit the gram and I'm breachin
Open tinder didn't even talk yet she started beachin
Falling close tho no reachin
Closing mouthes no speachin
Left alone is what I'm good at let alone what I'm teachin
Keep on saying the same things
Keep on rollin the same cigs
Keep on dying of thinkings
I think I'm tired of keepings
Pocket, I'm comin out with da groove
I take everything I said back shit I gotta prove
Head up high into the wall some buildings I gotta move
Shit I'm high I'm gonna roll some shit isn't enough for you eva
Eve? Shit I gotta seize
When u think u see me coming that's when I'm about to leave
I took your girl for the night shit now I'm gonna receive
Check your voicemail hit the pound and you're about to believe
Keep on saying the same things
Keep on rollin the same cigs
Keep on dying of thinkings
I think I'm tired of keepings
Keep on saying the same things
Keep on rollin the same cigs
Keep on dying of thinkings
I think I'm tired of keepings