Livin' with My Moms

[Chorus: Wiki]

Let me tell you about living with my mom

Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone

Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone

I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along [x3]

Let me tell you, let me tell you about

[Verse 1: Wiki]

I'm on the road, I'm driving, I'm flying

Hell, don't even know

It's wherever the label tell me to go

Whatever, I'm able to get better every show

Yea I know it live it spitting get money that I blow

On bullshit that I don't need

It's weed, it's licks, it's hoes

Saying I'm better cause I ain't spend it on the blow

But if someone gonna show up to the show with the snow

That ain't even no question that it's going in my nose

I'm exposed, I'm losing every single show

Tryna get the youth in a sound check tell them to swoop in

The bouncers ain't around yet, they always do it

Don't get every word but they fluent, they feel it they moving

Homie, this is why I do it

Oh, I'm on the road

[Chorus: Wiki]

Let me tell you about living while we're gone

In the van breaking up the Buddha in my palm

Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom

Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone [x2]

Let me tell you, let me tell you about

[Refrain: Wiki]

Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it

Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it

[Verse 2: Nasty Nigel]

It's 3 am in the morning, mama creeping cause you sleeping

I know you smelling that potent, mama

Chiefing on the weekend

I hope that smelling Hoboken, mama

Hippies and they commies

You know what they all be smoking, mama

That lettuce for devil mama, forever rejecting ganja

Hiding my pot in my backpack

I promise that smell is just kale

Not going to jail just going on tour with my napsack

Yo Wik, where the drugs at?

Cough over some more

That shit gotta last for a week while we out on the east

If we running on E I ain't going back

Hitting the road while we hitting the trees

Burning the rubber while burning the weed

Turn down the music I can't find my keys

My mother is calling I'm blunted, can't speak

I just call her in a week, you know shit'll be sweet

I'll say that my service is weak, whenever I'm high I land on my feet

She catch me I'm deaded, first generation to New York forget it

Boomerang slipper gets caught on my necklace and brings me right to her and over that terrace

[Verse 3: Wiki]

Dutch guts on my windowsill, sitting, let the wind rid it

Mom asking what it is you know bout blunts, yeah that's the feeling

Maintaining but super complaining saying he ain't feelin'

Eclipse collectin' and back to buildin'

From my fire escape try to escape

Trapped by the ceiling

I'm feeling thoughts, spilling

Thinking when we was children

I'm feeling trapped I gotta break out

But conversations with my mom made me feel safe now

Stayed in last three days now

The only place out I've been is the cornerstore

94 years just to get papes now

Cause a 4-pack of dutches is costing 8 now

Wake up with an eighth now

But it's in my own bed when I wake now

[Chorus: Wiki]

Let me tell you about living with my mom

Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone

Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone

I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along

Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom

Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone

Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone

I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along

Let me tell you, let me tell you about