Why dont you just give me the bag?
Give you the bag?
Sir, would you mind telling me whats going on here?
Chrissy, Ill handle this
Fellas, you seem to want this bag pretty bad
Pink lemonade shoes roll raspberry blunts
While you out here gettin stressed bet Im home gettin buck
Side up when we buck, SESH never gave a fuck
Holdin out both hands but youll never get a buck
When your album gon flop they gon say its dumb luck
Aint nobody wanna own up to the fact that shit suck
Begone little men, begone little boys
Aint no place for wannabes, this the level with the noise
Sidewalk talk, its the avenue thought
No crease in my jeans, no wallet, no watch
Place in the trees, breeze blowin to the east
Inhale what I got then I disappear with ease
My legs get weak when the Backwoods cheap
Two hearts in my eyes, smile cheek to fuckin cheek
Fruits on the trees, bag of flax seed
Juice on the ground, spitting pits in the weeds