And my gwop low
Blew it all on clothes
Rinsing out my wallet baby
But I luh to smoke
And I luh to geek
Snow all on my jeans
When I’m going brazy baby thats the realest me damn
Truey store I had to rinse the bank
Everytime I’m blacking out my wallet takes the blame damn

You can’t tell I’m high because you’re looking at my clothes
I just smoked a oz and I’m finding for some more
And I’m geeked up rock out in my new designer coatttt
Smoking triple a you know it left me comatose

Baby

I USED TO ROCK THE SKINNY OL NAVYS
Smokin on these boges it don’t phase me
I ran like Terry Fox no Jamie
Asked me if I’m geeked up I say maybe

Oh Oh Oh ripped all in the knees
I used to think the chinos were the realest me
Remeber half a deego it would last me through the week
Oh I can’t talk I’m geeked
Lint pockets my jeans
Half Belmont half weed
Geeked up I suppose
Im so fuccin sauced that I glide through the door
I rock trues religion baby u rock Michael kors
Horseshoes on my body I feel like a walking horse
Oh oh imma lose it
All these savings in my bank and then I blew it
Td call my phone like why I do it
Oh smokin like a fool but I’m not foolish
Oh
Fuck it baby u know that I’m geeked
Truey jeans my body may I fuckin rest in piece
I rolled out of bed today I had to hit this beat
100 days of summer all I did was smoke this weed