Fortnights

Meet in center city for the nightlife
But i was still nineteen, I was still nineteen
We sm*ke bowls in the backyaa-ard
And I would tell you my pipe dreams
Like how you scared of heights when
Grew up in the mountains
Daddy ain't been 'round since
Lunch in the nose bleeds
One trip the groceries
Unzip the proceeds
Light the blunt on the stove when your mom gone
Tell me put my new songs on your iPhone
Now you twenty-five where the time gone
Fuck it I just wanna sm*ke

I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga
I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga
And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha
My God, call me when you make it in I know you good nigga
I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga
And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha
Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga
I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga
And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha, oh God

Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga
I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga
And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha
My God, call me when you make it in I know you good nigga
I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga

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