(Wastedyouth)
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With my bros, kickin' shit like a roundhouse
Speedin' in that Nissan, haulin' an ounce round
Bringin' up my ex, man I'm bouta bounce out
Carpenter pants, feelin' fine until the sundown
Sittin' by myself at the function
You think I don't wanna talk, makin' assumptions
Should be wearin' J's how I'm dunkin'
They just ask me what I'm rockin', oh, it's nothing
TAKAHIROMIYASHITA when I go to meet her
Talking shit, keep it up I just might delete ya
We staying out late, she dancing like a diva
Keep the loud in my backpack, rolling reefer
Rare fit like a mythical (Like a mythical)
Take another hit and she's saying something typical
We got different minds, that shit got me thinking cynical
Can't find the one it's so difficult
Kinda think I miss you, got me fucked up
It's ok, I'm chillin' now, I been stacking bux
Drippin' like your artery, magic in my blood
Save it for another day, my mind won't shut up
Pouring Canalean, fantastic
Four letters on my chain
Made of silver, paying plastic
Everything you say to me is fake
You're made of plastic
(But she's the baddest)
No you're not for me, we closing this scene
This shit ain't that deep, I'm living inside a dream
Maybe everything is perfect, everything I need
I got spines like an urchin, stepping carefully
(With my bros, kickin' shit like a roundhouse)
(Speedin' in that Nissan, haulin' an ounce round)
(Bringin' up my ex, man I'm bouta bounce out)
(Carpenter pants, feelin' fine until the sundown)