Lilbluntsmoker - Thursday Lyrics

It's Thursday
Watching King of the Hill
Propane in my dutch
So I'm on chill
Pop rocks
Not pills
No cheap thrills
Swagger maxed out
Till my vices kill
Pray they never will
Working towards a mil
Leave her cream filled
Whoops
My chicken spilled
Sometimes get cocky
Smooth as silk
Others blotchy
Aura can't be copied
Hot like a Taki

Rap like I'm talking
Talk while I'm rapping
Biracial genes
This some half black magic
A light skin bandit
Here to wreak havoc
Try not to panic
Result could be tragic
Got writer's block
So I made a sandwich
Went back to work
Dry spell had vanished
Got the upper hand
Play with an advantage
Ain't choose the streets
Degree
Almost have it