Can You Feel Yours
[Hook]
I can't feel my face can you feel yours
Liquor down south, kush up north
That mean one in my stomach other in my head
Gettin twisted all the time till the day that I'm dead

[Verse 1]
Ok plug in the vape load up the bong
Turn on colt 45 man let's sing the whole song
Take another shot pour another drink
She gettin so sick hold her hair up out the sink
In the cotton patches smokin on mollases
Skippin' all my classes cos I'm sippin' all these glasses
Young life is fabulous
Rep Dallas like the Marvericks
Live wild and hazardous
Knew this song would bump before P even mastered this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah we on some real trippy shit
Come and hit this trippy stick
We all about the hippie shit
Now load a bowl then quickly hit
We get weed bags the size of pillows
And our arms get tired how we pass the cigarillos
Break down some more roll em up like armadillos
We gonna do what we want till Karma kill us
So I hit it again knowing trippy shit would happen
Like I'd start to float or maybe even piggy-back Aladdin
I'm always lookin different kinda like a transformer
Never been one to attend a party where people dance formal
My flow from 92 ya I'm 90s baby
Bout to turn 21 and make all these ladies crazy
The way I ride the beat feel like im rappin on a Segway
I feel so alive and all you haters just dead weight
I gotta rap hard cuz I gotta have my debt paid
Shouldn't have been drinking and driving in the first place
[Hook]