Skizzy Mars - Wrong Crowd lyrics

Live and love Crash and burn Smoke a spliff, Take some paink**ers Try to get your mind right Think about it, light another take your time And when it’s light out I just stay inside and make a rhyme Recite in front of the mirror I’m staring at my reflection I’m searching for a suggestion Screaming at all of the girls That never gave me attention Ironic now that I’m paid b**hes pay me attention I’m making my teachers proud Drinking I’m underaged Those teachers were two-faced So now I’m teaching the lesson Jeans saggin’, they say that first impressions Last the longest Well to be honest, man We living for the moment That’s that Grey Goose that Dom P, patron and We prolly won’t recall this Recall this in the morning But f** it though, My bucket list consists of getting money, f**ing hoes A young kid with a ton of goals, a misfit That’s why my jeans so tight Sometimes I do wrong, but I mean so right I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd I can never be what I need to be So I don’t really care what they think of me I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd Uhh, you see my crew’s a lot of savages A lot of rude A lot of crude A lot of flat out bad kids Who don’t give a f** about the aftermath of their actions In the cut Blowing kisses out the aston, laughing Man these jeans cost a lot Fourth quarter, tied game You know he forced the shot cuz I can’t trust these n***as with my destiny Especially, cuz I know im destined for better things Grab some friends Her, her, baby not you Migration season I’m the one they flock to Foul play, got a n***a on the look out So I keep one eyebrow raised just like the Rock do Can you smell me dog? Smell this kush man It smelling hella strong Quiet kids smoking loud With some nudy’s on You prolly couldn’t f** with what I’m smoking on What I’m smoking on Couple motherf**ers that I call my friends A couple young ladies that I’ll never call again I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd Days go fast and the nights move slow Even before music I was living on the road I’m always chilling with the wrong crowd I’m always hanging with the wrong crowd