Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip
A bunch of smoke in rotation
My thoughts ain't been stagnant
My face to the ceiling
How the f*ck did this happen, yo
How the f*ck did this happen
Swooli
Swamp
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
I'm in my mind, running through these lost files
Stay docile, my nigga told me
Miss my BroG,
Hit outside the LQ and he ain't even get the 40
I still ain't over it
I got the scent of all this liquor on me
F*ck hindsight
We walking round with painted eyes
Can't change, won't alter, boy we ain't them guys
And the preacher don't give a f*ck, he just hoping he sanctified
I swear he just hoping he sanctified
Best of both worlds, see I grew up on some different shit
My friends from college hit golf balls
My friends back home they hittin' licks
Every day system shit, ain't this a bitch
Ain't this a bitch
Another shooting last night, another night gone ungrazed
Don't know if i'm lucky or just in the wrong place
I'm trippin'
I'm trippin'
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah I'm trippin' man
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where I'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape cause this right here feel like disaster
Should've wished for less problems, but I wished for more drugs
Would you wish for less hate or would you wish for more love
I rarely go to functions, if I do don't intrude
I'm surrounded by people, but I prefer solitude
See a girl masked in make up, she think I love her
She think she funny, my laugh disguising discomfort
Baby don't blow my high, cause you bragging a lot
About how much better you are, cause you ain't passing the pot
Cause every time you take flight, you claim the baggage you got
Damn
I felt the mood dampen
Prayed for a smooth landing or cool dancing
But it just crash and burn
It just crash and burn
She tryna see what my mind like
But me i'm in my mind like
She probably look good on the pole
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
They say we young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where i'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape this shit right here feel like disaster
That's all
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Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip
A bunch of smoke in rotation
My thoughts ain't been stagnant
My face to the ceiling
How the f*ck did this happen, yo
How the f*ck did this happen
Swooli
Swamp
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
I'm in my mind, running through these lost files
Stay docile, my nigga told me
Miss my BroG,
Hit outside the LQ and he ain't even get the 40
I still ain't over it
I got the scent of all this liquor on me
F*ck hindsight
We walking round with painted eyes
Can't change, won't alter, boy we ain't them guys
And the preacher don't give a f*ck, he just hoping he sanctified
I swear he just hoping he sanctified
Best of both worlds, see I grew up on some different shit
My friends from college hit golf balls
My friends back home they hittin' licks
Every day system shit, ain't this a bitch
Ain't this a bitch
Another shooting last night, another night gone ungrazed
Don't know if i'm lucky or just in the wrong place
I'm trippin'
I'm trippin'
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah I'm trippin' man
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where I'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape cause this right here feel like disaster
Should've wished for less problems, but I wished for more drugs
Would you wish for less hate or would you wish for more love
I rarely go to functions, if I do don't intrude
I'm surrounded by people, but I prefer solitude
See a girl masked in make up, she think I love her
She think she funny, my laugh disguising discomfort
Baby don't blow my high, cause you bragging a lot
About how much better you are, cause you ain't passing the pot
Cause every time you take flight, you claim the baggage you got
Damn
I felt the mood dampen
Prayed for a smooth landing or cool dancing
But it just crash and burn
It just crash and burn
She tryna see what my mind like
But me i'm in my mind like
She probably look good on the pole
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
They say we young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where i'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape this shit right here feel like disaster
That's all
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip, Bong Rip, Bong Rip
Bong Rip
A bunch of smoke in rotation
My thoughts ain't been stagnant
My face to the ceiling
How the f*ck did this happen, yo
How the f*ck did this happen
Swooli
Swamp
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
I'm in my mind, running through these lost files
Stay docile, my nigga told me
Miss my BroG,
Hit outside the LQ and he ain't even get the 40
I still ain't over it
I got the scent of all this liquor on me
F*ck hindsight
We walking round with painted eyes
Can't change, won't alter, boy we ain't them guys
And the preacher don't give a f*ck, he just hoping he sanctified
I swear he just hoping he sanctified
Best of both worlds, see I grew up on some different shit
My friends from college hit golf balls
My friends back home they hittin' licks
Every day system shit, ain't this a bitch
Ain't this a bitch
Another shooting last night, another night gone ungrazed
Don't know if i'm lucky or just in the wrong place
I'm trippin'
I'm trippin'
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah I'm trippin' man
We young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where I'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape cause this right here feel like disaster
Should've wished for less problems, but I wished for more drugs
Would you wish for less hate or would you wish for more love
I rarely go to functions, if I do don't intrude
I'm surrounded by people, but I prefer solitude
See a girl masked in make up, she think I love her
She think she funny, my laugh disguising discomfort
Baby don't blow my high, cause you bragging a lot
About how much better you are, cause you ain't passing the pot
Cause every time you take flight, you claim the baggage you got
Damn
I felt the mood dampen
Prayed for a smooth landing or cool dancing
But it just crash and burn
It just crash and burn
She tryna see what my mind like
But me i'm in my mind like
She probably look good on the pole
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
They say we young with a bunch of problems
Problems
Problems
And I don't know where i'm supposed to go right now
My mind need caution tape this shit right here feel like disaster
That's all
Writer: Stanley Debrosse
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