I heard misery loves company
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
I won't let it get to me
I just smoke and let my braids downs
Chop and let it roll
100 swishers getting blazed down.
Keep it on the low
Know they wanna see me down bad
I don't hear 'em tho.
Bitch I came up off a brown bag.
Brown bag livin..
Smokin up the house again
My momma still tripping
I'm blazing up an ounce again.
I need 28 grams by the week
Till I get off that budder and the leaf goes obsolete
I need anchors on my feet
Just to keep me on the ground.
16 bars that Im'a write
16 ounces in a pound.
Bet they wanna see me down,
So they don't feel so alone
I got problems in my life
Im bout to stuff em' in this cone.
Turn my phone on silent
Hit the studio and jam
Rolling up some violet
Stuffin jays inside my pants
I just wanna live my life
Kick my feet up, spark something
Stack my bread up and live comfortably
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
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I heard misery loves company
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
I won't let it get to me
I just smoke and let my braids downs
Chop and let it roll
100 swishers getting blazed down.
Keep it on the low
Know they wanna see me down bad
I don't hear 'em tho.
Bitch I came up off a brown bag.
Brown bag livin..
Smokin up the house again
My momma still tripping
I'm blazing up an ounce again.
I need 28 grams by the week
Till I get off that budder and the leaf goes obsolete
I need anchors on my feet
Just to keep me on the ground.
16 bars that Im'a write
16 ounces in a pound.
Bet they wanna see me down,
So they don't feel so alone
I got problems in my life
Im bout to stuff em' in this cone.
Turn my phone on silent
Hit the studio and jam
Rolling up some violet
Stuffin jays inside my pants
I just wanna live my life
Kick my feet up, spark something
Stack my bread up and live comfortably
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
I won't let it get to me
I just smoke and let my braids downs
Chop and let it roll
100 swishers getting blazed down.
Keep it on the low
Know they wanna see me down bad
I don't hear 'em tho.
Bitch I came up off a brown bag.
Brown bag livin..
Smokin up the house again
My momma still tripping
I'm blazing up an ounce again.
I need 28 grams by the week
Till I get off that budder and the leaf goes obsolete
I need anchors on my feet
Just to keep me on the ground.
16 bars that Im'a write
16 ounces in a pound.
Bet they wanna see me down,
So they don't feel so alone
I got problems in my life
Im bout to stuff em' in this cone.
Turn my phone on silent
Hit the studio and jam
Rolling up some violet
Stuffin jays inside my pants
I just wanna live my life
Kick my feet up, spark something
Stack my bread up and live comfortably
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that ain't that what you want from me?
I heard misery loves company
Ain't that, ain't that what you want from me?
Writer: James Mitchell
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