ASTRO_CHOP [bootlegbonu$]

[VERSE 1] Hello my name is C and i like to blow trees I only like my girl when she's down on her knees I rock white tees like its live in ’03 Im the type to fuck it up and ask god why me I like gold teeth high socks and grey sweats I wake up depressed take ? how my day gets Still living fresh you can peep the way i walk When i get Upset you can hear it when i talk and I celebrate like i just won a final Seven years time find me dead upon arrival I like to fuck around and say that just how i'm living Trying to get to grips with some of decisions like [Chorus] Hello my name is C and i like to blow trees I only like my girl when she's down on her knees I rock white tees like its live in ’03 Im the type to fuck it up and ask god why me Yeah CL BROOKS shawty like the way i look I thanked BasedGod in my fucking yearbook Then i gave what i can give and then i took what i took Im still tryna learn how to fuckin' write a hook [VERSE 2] And i'm so sick when i write but my heads no better On a Thursday night see me wearing all leather like Please don't spill your drink, shits rare like mink I skippy dip to my loofer sniffing drugs up off the sink And if you think that i'm nice really bitch then you should know We got the mind of a killer and the words of a poet See me floating in and out of stars like a ninja Steamed hot springs staying warm in the winter Im in the telly on the celly like a young splinter Never save a hoe no i am no shindler See what i get in ta, all types of fly shit So naive i'm on some i will never die shit Never saying i but i see you bumping my shit Im still alive if i die you'd be on my dick, uh I said I'm still alive if i die you’d be on my dick [Chorus 2 + fade out ad-libs] C i like to blow trees I only like my girl when she’s down on her knees I rock white tees like its live in '03 Im the type to fuck it up and ask god why me Uh, C i like to blow trees C i like to blow trees Type to fuck it up and ask god why me Yo CL BROOKS shawty like the way i look I thanked BasedGod in my fucking yearbook Then i gave what i can give and then i took what i took Im still tryna learn how to fuckin’ write a hook Uh Like to blow trees I only like my girl when she's down on her knees I rock white tees like its live in '03 I ask God why... eh-eh eehhhh (*Killed it*) *Laughing*