Its been a while.
Lyrics
Wake up from sleeping, got faded last weekend..
I swear that this shit never ends,
Routine, gotta new thing every two weeks.
Making money and friends.
Do a little work. Get a little bit a puss.
Work got percs. And Lu got juice.
She say I'm a jerk, but she coulda done worse.
But I always fuck around till they gone like poof.
When I think with my dick, it just all goes south.
But you gon like my mind in your mouth.
No games, you ain't dealin with a child.
No chains, you ain't dealing with a star.
I'm just a brotha named O. And I had a few drinks, we could chill if you want.
Smoke weed, on the hill, if you want.
Play vinyls of the illest funk,
But pass me the blunt, Imma ash in this cup.
Keep my shit clean, and my loose ties cut
Surrounded by real, all the fake get dropped.
Profound with the skill, I can make shit hot.
Mmm, I don't worry bout shit no more, I swear I don't worry bout shit no more.
You can't have love without a grip of war.
And I love doin me, never get divorced.
Chorus
I don't know what the fuck I want.
But I know what the fuck I need.
Yeah I know what the fuck I need.
More love and a sack of weed.
(See)
I don't know what the fuck I want.
I don't know what the fuck I want
(Mmm)
But I know what the fuck I need.
More love and a sack of weed.
So move that work, (work)
The Clock is tickin, (tickin)
Got sick of her, (her)
Need something different, (different)
I'm not your nigga, (my nigga)
Can't be defined, (my nigga)
Im kinda different from niggas,
I'm out for mines, (lets get it)
So move that work, (work)
The Clock is tickin, (tickin)
Got sick of her, (her)
Need something different, (different)
I'm not your nigga, (my nigga)
Can't be defined, (my nigga)
Im kinda different from niggas,
I'm out for mines, (lets get it)
Verse 2
Yo it could be so simple,
Just recognize me...
Big head with some dimples.
Birthmark under my right nipple.
Kick it with some pitbulls, my niggas rowdy and petty as fuck.
I'm 22, single, these ladies should know I'm ready to fuck.
I Swear I gots thots on my mind.
And these thots, occupy my time.
Nevermind, I am not that guy,
Who will take you out and buy Popeyes.
Breast and thighs, make my dick arise, send me pics tonight.
Come on by, if you'd like, we'll make them pictures come to life.
Bachelor, pitch black and lacking in that whack ness.
Grown ass man, I can make you do some backflips.
Aww shit man, I'm a pokemon master.
Been had different weed, women, rappin different chapters.
Lottery tickets, dreams of banners in my rafters.
Stupid muddafucker, look like you hustlin backwards.
John Paxson, play your role, you know you fuckin with the starter jacket, black kid who out for championships.
