Limosa Nostra, yeah
2 P's that's pounds if you ain't know
Well
Baby I'm a fool
Everything that's going on is wrong today
Going on is wrong today
Aye
Maybe I'm profound
You don't need me anyway
She aint gon need me anyway
But i'm still slick wit it
fu*k a critic they aint live it they ain't did it
Mama im on alot of downers
Im from Ct we the outta towners
They the all black gowners
I get a pound for, three and then i drown her
And she loves me, so every chance i get i'm around her
That's mary jane b*tches
Morphine in vein b*tches
Still the same b*tches
They the lame b*tches
Ima stay herе til my fu*king lane switches
Get it? but it wont im so hippiе
And they leave im so trippy
Unsure about the life that it gives me
Call me piff smoke piffy
And I'm lifting, drifting
Think about the pain
Think about the gifting
They don't give it out too much
And they don't live it out too much
CT, uh
Gosh it feel like my head is somewhere else