Ridin round while Im dopin up
When I knock you better open up
One million blunts and I smoke enough
Im just a young white punk steady rolling up
Smokin down, pass away
She need an ash so I pass the tray
She OD, she owe me, she know its Bones so she feel the blade
Slowly fade, drugs slowly burn
Blinds closed, she got more to learn
Skeletons in my closet, its a graveyard in my room
I feel like Cousin Skeeter when Im ridin in a Beamer
Bitches on my steelo cause I look just like Aaliyah
Ridin off in the yacht 
Swimmin pool on top 
Rollin up on the deck, blowin smoke up on the dock
Its the slim young pimp, 20 beepers on my hip
Candy paint, let it drip, like the rain from the winds 
Wakin up cryin, Wakin up cryin for you
What else can I do?
Im soakin my pillows through
Wakin up cryin
Wakin up cryin, Wakin up cryin for you
What else can I do?
Im soakin my pillows through
Wakin up cryin
Wakin up cryin, Wakin up cryin for you
What else can I do?
Im soakin my pillows through
Wakin up cryin
Wakin up cryin, Wakin up cryin for you
What else can I do?
Im soakin my pillows through
Wakin up cryin