Big Baby Gandhi - Boomerang lyrics

[Hook] It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed Been 2 week since I bust my seed Don't worry about me I'm chilling, I'm living I been doin my thing My mental exchausting (?) It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed Been 2 week since I bust my seed Don't worry about me I'm chilling, I'm living I been doin my thing Been drinking on my drink [Verse 1] I'm laid back and relaxing My current state is cool calm comfortable Feeling indestructible All praise to most merciful Most high, we close by Young m**ms with no bow tie I'mma drink this drink and then go die That's a d**h wish Yes I'm the best, b**h Must handsomer than I am in my press pics Always sound a little f**ed up when I text sh** That's me though, my flaws stay a part of me Expressing oneself honestly never hard for me From a young age, I promised that I keep it real Keep my mind open, only say words I really feel To this day I stay on the same journey My brain working how I get paid like a brain surgeon Lames lurking in the background, see me shining Dark skin, long hair, with the chinky eyelids Rockin shirts that I got from my father Make me feel like the same man who washed up on the harbor Despite my birth in the third world, I still feel More at home in New York listening to Bjork She something like a goddess in my mind Always rocking the banging beat, dropping the hottest rhyme Plus you can tell she do mad d** And if she don't do mad d** she must be realler than life [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm sitting in a chair, drinking Pepsi With enough ice in the gla** to make water resent me Plus, just hopped out the shower Temperature hit triple digits The crib got AC, I ain't even got it Get it b**hes Avaricious But I know means the richest No riches To be honest, the smallest things give me joy Hearing people talk about their stuff is so annoying I ain't even really in it for a number Just want enough so the whole fam can live in comfort But if you think about it that's probably a lot of dough Make a g, make another g, that's my g code Write an album in a week, that's beast mode Ice cream with my dinner, that's a la mode Rhyme book on the floor by a pile of clothes Right before I spit a rap I say how it go When I was young, used to ball Mic Geromino Queens borough in my heart cause it's all I know New York on my back, they don't give a f** Living like the city, I don't give a f** [Hook]