Dave of The Paxtons - Tonight lyrics

[Chris] Scarred off this potion, schwinn wheels in motion Don't drink and drive but I smoke and ride, lemme light sumn while I'm coasting I'm f**ed up bit I'm focused. I'm peeping five, they posted Got a text from a shorty she open, she wanna pop sumn for a poor pimp But this project due, its finna drop in a week and it's songs I still ain't wrote yet But sh**, thats life and pressure bust pipes, so I piped sumn, bussed and wrote that Oh avenue C? Cee gon snap. Oh D too? Yeah they both japped I'm a let the liquor tell it, light this reefer then inhale it Yeah I'm blowing down my problems. Couple collards wit my spinach Off my mixed green salad, look at all this healthy living Sending invoices out steady taking care of business Them my favorite type of greens, eating, smoking and I'm spending, yeah Life's decent besides all the f** sh** I'm just grateful that a scholar got to function [Dave] We arguing in whole foods/ Like who is this b**h and how does she know you? This one of your chicks, then why she approach? You so full of sh**, like how you know every high yellow and thick girl in brooklyn and what is she lookin at? I ain't the one. What you ain't gon do is tell me, where a n***a can't speak Tryna hold my tongue. No never would air it out on twitter Daddy ain't here for me to get at em, I ain't tryna bring it up to my n***as Thought it might rollover like minutes, thought it might blow over right after They say two times a coincidence, but that third time is a pattern See my mom stressed but who folks ain't? Money good so we both straight But we always fight, and its one'a them nights, where a n***a just might go rotate Can't stand these f**in prollems, finna head out to that parlor Don't stay up, don't wait up, don't even worry bout calling Got my jay rolled, my jays on, half gla** of that jamo Half the gals in here know my face, don't naan one know my name tho Don't naan one know my main chick, don't naan one got restraint tho Don't look a pimp in his eyes girl, right now I think I'm James Jones My hands tied, like s & m/ I'm afraid we can't be more than the best of friends sh**, til that liquor get my best mane And that text game from my ex main look welcoming, pray I come back home tonight