Phone calls at 3, told lil shawty she dont need to call me. She got a man but she like dreads baldy, you understand but you get upset homie. I don't like threats so i got something for it if you ever need a check up imma post on your porch. By my lonesome with a long gun and a blunt, come and meet me out front no need for the stunts. Imma jackass i dont half-ass like Salina my backpack was a nap sack to Regina, the fat cat just a class act if you seen her niggas a pack rat in the black of demeanor. For showing my genres I see she's was playing me not understanding me i met the family but now we're enemies I could be way better and moving the may weather to cruise in a gray sweater. Hands way frozen I'm in my emotions, stare at the ocean and i get to smokin. Get drunk with my homie Sebastian Copeland, and joking with chicks who were down to be open. I was so innocent hanging with immigrants blazin on lemon scent back in the den again eating on cinnamon rolls with the finnagan's so for remembrance. Go drink with the guys cuz you were telling me lies it broken a brother inside i gave you a ride i always would try to provide i left you then started to cry. Then i realize that I could be better this time so i go writing some lines, about everytime we spent and it costed the dime i truly wish i could rewind