Friday, April 19, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
Rapper Weed Ft. Westside Boogie
SiR
Album: N/A (Single released on April 23,2020)
Producer: SiR

Verse 2 (Westside Boogie)

She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" Uh
You lose your patience, say, "Fuck it, just put that shit out"
And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
Try to tell me, "Be moderate," shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh
Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh
Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
Runnin' through your days with no steady pace and fool, you racin'
To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on sayin', uh
I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
Won't call you back, I text you pics, yeah, uh
I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
I cop the eighth like every day, borrow that shit from my mans
'Til I forgot to go pay, he told me, "Never again"
Now I ain't even gettin' high no more