Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Forgive me cause I'm back to being ignorant
Slipping up and doing drugs I ain't done in a grip
The shit that I do isn't typical
Everything that you be doing is pitiful
Smoking this dope til the high is residual
All that I feel is a need to be difficult
Cracks in my teeth from some bad habits
Trying to do right but I half ass it
Still selling drugs if you want some
But I ain't really trying to do that shit
Guess that I want to be smoking a blunt while I chill on the couch
Rather than sitting, and waiting, or wondering who in the f*ck gonna run in my house
Cause they already have they took 2500
The plug never asked for it back
And even though we don't keep up with each other I'll always be grateful for that
I'm raisin a glass and I'm pouring it out for the ones who have came and have passed
I once kicked a prostitute out of my house cause she moved in, but never had asked
I wonder what's next
Is it fame? is it fortune?
Or maybe I'll struggle some more
Maybe I'll get drunk and walk into traffic
Or fall through a whole in the floor
Maybe I'll get told the greatest advice and I'll never know what it was for
I prefer early mornings when it's slightly warm
And I'm smoking a blunt on the porch
All of this shit I created myself
I probably should quit trying to buy what they sell
I got no license, my tags are expired, and you know that I'm riding dirty as hell
It don't really help the weed kind of linger and everything smell
I hope that I don't, but if I get pulled over you bet your sweet ass that I'm going to jail
Aint trying to be tough it's part of my life, and my life kinda suck
The harder I try, the farther I've come, but I don't think I even try hard enough
I don't try hard enough
Get off of my dick if you aint trying to f*ck
Don't ever question the shit that i'm doing
I love what I do and I do what I want
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
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Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Forgive me cause I'm back to being ignorant
Slipping up and doing drugs I ain't done in a grip
The shit that I do isn't typical
Everything that you be doing is pitiful
Smoking this dope til the high is residual
All that I feel is a need to be difficult
Cracks in my teeth from some bad habits
Trying to do right but I half ass it
Still selling drugs if you want some
But I ain't really trying to do that shit
Guess that I want to be smoking a blunt while I chill on the couch
Rather than sitting, and waiting, or wondering who in the f*ck gonna run in my house
Cause they already have they took 2500
The plug never asked for it back
And even though we don't keep up with each other I'll always be grateful for that
I'm raisin a glass and I'm pouring it out for the ones who have came and have passed
I once kicked a prostitute out of my house cause she moved in, but never had asked
I wonder what's next
Is it fame? is it fortune?
Or maybe I'll struggle some more
Maybe I'll get drunk and walk into traffic
Or fall through a whole in the floor
Maybe I'll get told the greatest advice and I'll never know what it was for
I prefer early mornings when it's slightly warm
And I'm smoking a blunt on the porch
All of this shit I created myself
I probably should quit trying to buy what they sell
I got no license, my tags are expired, and you know that I'm riding dirty as hell
It don't really help the weed kind of linger and everything smell
I hope that I don't, but if I get pulled over you bet your sweet ass that I'm going to jail
Aint trying to be tough it's part of my life, and my life kinda suck
The harder I try, the farther I've come, but I don't think I even try hard enough
I don't try hard enough
Get off of my dick if you aint trying to f*ck
Don't ever question the shit that i'm doing
I love what I do and I do what I want
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Forgive me cause I'm back to being ignorant
Slipping up and doing drugs I ain't done in a grip
The shit that I do isn't typical
Everything that you be doing is pitiful
Smoking this dope til the high is residual
All that I feel is a need to be difficult
Cracks in my teeth from some bad habits
Trying to do right but I half ass it
Still selling drugs if you want some
But I ain't really trying to do that shit
Guess that I want to be smoking a blunt while I chill on the couch
Rather than sitting, and waiting, or wondering who in the f*ck gonna run in my house
Cause they already have they took 2500
The plug never asked for it back
And even though we don't keep up with each other I'll always be grateful for that
I'm raisin a glass and I'm pouring it out for the ones who have came and have passed
I once kicked a prostitute out of my house cause she moved in, but never had asked
I wonder what's next
Is it fame? is it fortune?
Or maybe I'll struggle some more
Maybe I'll get drunk and walk into traffic
Or fall through a whole in the floor
Maybe I'll get told the greatest advice and I'll never know what it was for
I prefer early mornings when it's slightly warm
And I'm smoking a blunt on the porch
All of this shit I created myself
I probably should quit trying to buy what they sell
I got no license, my tags are expired, and you know that I'm riding dirty as hell
It don't really help the weed kind of linger and everything smell
I hope that I don't, but if I get pulled over you bet your sweet ass that I'm going to jail
Aint trying to be tough it's part of my life, and my life kinda suck
The harder I try, the farther I've come, but I don't think I even try hard enough
I don't try hard enough
Get off of my dick if you aint trying to f*ck
Don't ever question the shit that i'm doing
I love what I do and I do what I want
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Still taking drugs on an empty stomach
Still mixing liquor til I'm puking something
Still spending money like I'm on a budget
It's that young mother f*cker they call Forrest Gumpshun
Writer: Russell Sadler
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