letra de savages - the sandbox conglomerate
[hook]
heads up, blunts down
feds up, dust cloud
hundred menthol bus down, 40’s on the bus now
bottle with my chick’s bag, model with the knicks swag
got it with the kicks, automatic clip the mishaps
[verse 1: jj singleton]
i’m watching seconds turn to hours, and the hours turn to days, we some kids going wild, living life in the haze. i popped a bottle of henny the other day, had me feeling nice, and i couldn’t find my way home. they saying j gone, i’m just zoning, time stops as my mind just keeps roaming. yeah, i’m grown and all that, but i doubt facts, so i just relax, while these actors act, and i worry bout it in the morning. i’m busy new york city living, party hopping, panties dropping, pills are popping, and we sipping. if we see the cops you know we dipping, even if it’s in our minds, cause you know n-ggas be tripping. so trippy, i like my models wet and sticky, so would you be so kind and get acquainted with my d-cky? yes i’m picky, so shawty if you with me, let’s take it to the back and then we’ll have ourselves a quicky. that’s random girl 1, next is random girl 2, there’s about 3 other randoms waiting upstairs on the roof. and they all claiming i’m handsome and a n-ggas so smooth, and i teach them so many things i should have my own school. that’s just how i do, when i’m faded i get laid and everybody know it’s true. we got all the white boys mad cause they girl is loving the crew and when it’s time to say goodbye, they get all sad and blue. we off to the next venue (?) six, and i’m thinking blue moon i’m starting to feel sick but it’s much too soon, i’m f-cked up ain’t trying to look cool. just getting in my groove and (?) on the bus and (?) and cruising, our homies blow smoke and the ladies getting loose and then we party and we bullsh-t. girl get down on all fours, that’s a good b-tch. we getting money in the ghetto, guess we hood rich. let’s drink more, p-ss me a cup and the liquor will pour, now i’m trashed with my n-ggas i’m cool, i wanna go again but tomorrow (?)
[hook]
[verse 2: aidan]
heads up, blunts down
feds up, dust cloud
hundred menthol bus down, 40’s on the bus now
bottle with my chick’s bag, model with the knicks swag
got it with the kicks, automatic clip the mishaps
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