Nasty Nigel - Livin' with My Moms lyrics

[Hook: Wiki] Let me tell you about living with my mom Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along [x3] Let me tell you, let me tell you about [Verse 1: Wiki] I'm on the road, I'm driving, I'm flying Hell, don't even know It's wherever the label tell me to go Whatever, I'm able to get better every show Yea I know it live it spitting get money that I blow On bullsh** that I don't need It's weed, it's licks, it's hoes Saying I'm better cause I ain't spend it on the blow But if someone gonna show up to the show with the snow That ain't even no question that it's going in my nose I'm exposed, I'm losing every single show Tryna get the youth in a sound check tell them to swoop in The bouncers ain't around yet, they always do it Don't get every word but they fluent, they feel it they moving Homie, this is why I do it Oh, I'm on the road [Hook 2: Wiki] Let me tell you about living while we're gone In the van breaking up the Buddha in my palm Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone [x2] Let me tell you, let me tell you about [Break: Wiki] Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it [Verse 2: Nasty Nigel] It's 3 am in the morning, mama creeping cause you sleeping I know you smelling that potent, mama Chiefing on the weekend I hope that smelling Hoboken, mama Hippies and they commies You know what they all be smoking, mama That lettuce for devil mama, forever rejecting ganja Hiding my pot in my backpack I promise that smell is just kale Not going to jail just going on tour with my napsack Yo Wik, where the d** at? Cough over some more That sh** gotta last for a week while we out on the east If we running on E I ain't going back Hitting the road while we hitting the trees Burning the rubber while burning the weed Turn down the music I can't find my keys My mother is calling I'm blunted, can't speak I just call her in a week, you know sh**'ll be sweet I'll say that my service is weak, whenever I'm high I land on my feet She catch me I'm deaded, first generation to New York forget it Boomerang slipper gets caught on my necklace and brings me right to her and over that terrace [Verse 3: Wiki] Dutch guts on my windowsill, sitting, let the wind rid it Mom asking what it is you know bout blunts, yeah that's the feeling Maintaining but super complaining saying he ain't feelin' Eclipse collectin' and back to buildin' From my fire escape try to escape Trapped by the ceiling I'm feeling thoughts, spilling Thinking when we was children I'm feeling trapped I gotta break out But conversations with my mom made me feel safe now Stayed in last three days now The only place out I've been is the cornerstore 94 years just to get papes now Cause a 4-pack of dutches is costing 8 now Wake up with an eighth now But it's in my own bed when I wake now [Hook: Wiki] Let me tell you about living with my mom Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along Let me tell you, let me tell you about