If I had some love up on me I would sing about it but I doesn't Screaming fuck love in the back seat with my homies by the dozen Yah Cheaper when you're weeping by yourself Momma your son ain't been doing well I smoke cookies till I finally feel Yah Speak up they can't hear you But been calling for so long Fucked up in my car I don't got no one for prom Yah Got someone to love in the mean time Speaking, cookies would you be mine But the drop top it don't mean nothing without you Said I couldn't but I shown you that I'm bout to Crushed up in the back seat Worth a thousand of the ashes I smoke thousands of the ashes till I fall off Keep that shit like you don't want me I smoke too much spliff I feel it boiling I smoke too much shit I feel like wall-e Fall off Spittin shit it sound like fye fye When you running that's where you die die Spittin shit it sound like fye fye Cause I'm on one tonight