Staring at the ceiling
I've been turning down these hoes
All this music got me feeling
Hanging off a rope
Burning up the double dutch
Just let me hit the woe
You been sleeping on my music
Now you say you woke
Say You getting paper but you faded on a monday
Seeing pussys nowadays riding in a hundai
Leaving all friends cuz they staying on the wrong lane
Party on the weekend then I party on a monday
Knew I had to leave the bitch, damn I really love her
Slowly turning into a freak, my music had to glove her
Music got me feeling tense, Came in and I stunned em'
Cookin' instrumentals, man you know I had to drum them
When I writing verses
Bitch you know its autotelic
Leave yo body in a hearse
Shooting automatic
When I'm feeling percocy
Don't hit up my cellys
When I'm calling 223's
Man their ain't no telling
Staring at the ceiling
I've been turning down these hoes
All this music got me feeling
Hanging off a rope
Burning up the double dutch
Just let me hit the woe
You been sleeping on my music
Now you say you woke
Say You getting paper but you faded on a monday
Seeing pussys nowadays riding in a hundai
Leaving all friends cuz they staying on the wrong lane
Party on the weekend then I party on a monday
Knew I had to leave the bitch, damn I really love her
Slowly turning into a freak, my music had to glove her
Music got me feeling tense, Came in and I stunned em'