Pot Smoke

Yeah
Problems call, I gotta lot of those
This money call, I need a lot of rolls
I gotta empty my bottle
And I steady chill with my vatos
And I'm too sick, got a lot of covid
I'm not macho but my pockets swole
Dodging potholes and blowing pot smoke
Yeah
I've been having strange dreams
Tryna dissect 'em, oh
Life's a f*cking b*tch
I don't wanna die yet though, oh
(Woah)
I've been having strange dreams
I hope they don't swallow me
I've been in a nightmare
Feeling something follow me
I really hate to say it
But oddly it's a part of me
And really it's amazing
It's all just my creation
Zipper on my mouth, I can't say sh*t
Goosebumps, what the f*ck is prowling in my basement
I feel something else that's in my bed that I've been laying with
Is it in my head, am I Satan
It's all just my creation
It's an evil world
Doggy-dog, make my ego hurl
I'm laying up with like three girls
These dudes, they cheese curls
These dudes couldn't be worse
I don't marry this a free world
I'm blessed, boy, you can keep the curse
I'm crashing out in a blinged out hearse
B*tch, I ain't no hero
Sorry bae, but you on your own
I'm online like Kiroto
Offline you got zero hoes
I got black tar in my lungs, bro
Blowing smoke with a heart of gold
Breathing in these particles
She Krusty Krab, got barnacles
Move around like an or initial
Yeah, need my b*tch like a Barbie Doll
JK, I stay far from y'all
I don't need no b*tch at all
She giving gifts like Mrs. Claus
That head make me wanna risk it all
Took a red pill, now I'm cynical
I'm zooted up, I'm invincible
I'm a star-boy I'm mystical
You ain't far boy, you typical
Rocking Choreboy's, my drip too cold
It's doomsday, let the missile blow
When she with me she got libido
I'm up next, feel it in my bones
Feel it in my gut, visceral
You down bad, you miserable, you dismal
I've been having strange dreams
I hope they don't swallow me
I've been in a nightmare
Feeling something follow me
I really hate to say it
But oddly it's a part of me
And really it's amazing
It's all just my creation
Zipper on my mouth, I can't say sh*t
Goosebumps, what the f*ck is prowling in my basement
I feel something else that's in my bed that I've been laying with
Is it in my head, am I Satan
It's all just my creation
Yeah
Problems call, I gotta lot of those
This money call, I need a lot of rolls
I gotta empty my bottle
And I steady chill with my vatos
And I'm too sick, got a lot of covid
I'm not macho but my pockets swole
Dodging potholes and blowing pot smoke
Yeah
I've been having strange dreams
Tryna dissect 'em, oh
Life's a f*cking b*tch
I don't wanna die yet though, oh
(Woah)
I've been having strange dreams
I hope they don't swallow me
I've been in a nightmare
Feeling something follow me
I really hate to say it
But oddly it's a part of me
And really it's amazing
It's all just my creation
Zipper on my mouth, I can't say sh*t
Goosebumps, what the f*ck is prowling in my basement
I feel something else that's in my bed that I've been laying with
Is it in my head, am I Satan
It's all just my creation