Feltz Artist - U.O.E.N.O lyrics

Smoking weed till I'm floating in the clouds You can keep your hoe's I got a girl I'm ahead of the game your on a trail I won't slide of I'm on the rails And you want to live my lifelike This is real there no lifelines When sh**s sour ill find the limelight I don't sleep when its nightime I'm sitting up writing down my thoughts I like her arse south and her face north You can't see me like I'm a morph When I die stuff weed in my corpse One eye open like corsair She let me pull on her hair When I elevate she just stair Her p**y juice taste like pear Bum like a watermelon She makes a lot of b**hes jealous She rides like she's reckless She keeps me up all night she's restless Back numb man I can't feel it Give me a beat and I will k** it If you got the weed you better bill it You better mop your drink if you spill it Dreaming of that money Making love like money Skinny belly but I'm hungry I look forward to monday I look forward to everyday But I don't know what it will bring today Your nothing but lose change Save your money for a rainy day I don't need your money p**y boy don't be funny Cos when that nina gets co*ked back Your have a pain your tummy We got that real artilary but we just call it R.A I'm floating with the stars mate My dicks her chair And she can sitdown any day Cos I get high then I f** the world Last night I dreamt I f**ed everygirl People say the weeds making me crazy b**h I was born in the hell So my middle name is devil I turn her on like a kettle She smells like flower pettles She shiny like a gold medal And she dressed to k** like a rebel I'm on top of the HQ like devilz Lifes a surprise like revels You can get stung and I ain't talking nettles I'm talking about my B's So just throw up them b's What you know about my town Shout out everyone from bu*tzy Even though the hood is nothing but a piece of sh** I still hold it down for my clique Everyday I smoke on a spliff Dangling my feet of the cliff Shades on I can't see the hating Ill rather write bars then go raving The ammy gets me shaking Smoke that weed like I'm jamaican Man I got to thank wizzy he kept me of the street Even though it wasn't music that he teached But I hope that he stays blessed and is proud of me Like I'm his own son Still miss my father I'm running out pa** me the charger Im getting faded like a whiteboard marker Instead of doing work in school I listend to the carter And man I'm always getting high So I don't even listen to these lies I'm the sh** there just flies In the sky like I glyde Man I hate a f**ing drought Cos it brings the whole ends down So when that loudpack comes in Ima wear it like its a crown And I ain't copying anyones sound Ill rob you for your crown Give that to my girl And tell her your my world She wants me to move in No car but I'm still cruising Ain't at the top but I'm not loosing Leave that p**y with bruises Your napping on me stop snoozing Smoking on the strong got me woozy Smoke down on her coochie And if they ever bring the blunts in I tell let's get fruity We can f** the world together Her mood swings like the weather She to fly drop me a feather She can be my side whenever