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Homie, you should pack another bowl in the burner. I've been waiting all night. Got a lot on my mind. I can't wait to twist the pipe. What's in my sight? A crib. My homegirl got a kid, but for Obvious reasons, ain't really giving that boy shit. Don't really come here too often, and it ain't Because I'm bougie, but this spot's a certified dope House. When you're in here, you're smoking pookie. Similar to movies that exaggerate the gang Lifestyle, mi vida loca, this ain't no pelicula. In particular, I'm really stressing about my family. Word on the street is my brother sniffing heroin Heavily. Reverie, what's up? Yo, you wanna hit it? She lit it. I'm watching the clouds start forming As it's spinning. I'm sitting, I rip it. I'm staring up at the ceiling. Release the smoke slowly, now the stress has been Uplifted. I'm lifted, I'm tweaking. The tweaker starts speaking. My friends are having a blast, but this is How I spend my weekend. I sit here and think about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about, 'bout, what I could've been, been. What I could've been, I'm never gonna be, So I sit here and think about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about, 'bout, what I could've been, been. What I could've been, I'm never gonna be, So I sit here and think about life. Damn Rev, your brother is smoked out, moped out. Kicking it at the dope house. Steadily slanging and heavily banging. You know what I'm saying? He's doped out. And look at you all fucked up. You still fucking with them sizzles? Not popping them too much. I'm just swagging to Make a living. It's intervening with my Intervention. My mom kicked me out a minute ago, So I ain't got a place to fit in. You know I be getting in and me and My mama be beefing. Saw her last weekend. Didn't really go too well, and we still ain't Speaking. I'm tweaking, telling all my personal Business to this bitch. Who's gon' tell everybody exactly what I told her When I dip? Fuck it, I ain't stressing. Honestly, don't really give a shit. Matter of fact, why don't we pack another bowl And get lit? Yeah, the dope in my lungs. Got the coke on my tongue. Smoke the kush, sip the rum, 'cause I gotta Stay spun. Yeah, the dope in my lungs. Got the coke on my tongue. Smoke the kush, sip the rum, 'cause I gotta Stay spun. sit here and think about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about, 'bout, what I could've been, been. What I could've been, I'm never gonna be, So I sit here and think about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about life, Life. I'm just sitting here thinking about, 'bout, what I could've been, been. What I could've been, I'm never gonna be, So I sit here and think about life, Life, life.
Roots and Reverie, Louden — Sitting with My Head Down, Pt. 2 (Always Slowed)
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