GReEN GaT0r$

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ROONSLOB] Listen I've already been brain dead about 10 hours I feel depression resting in my soul I feel sour, bitter, sweet, but self-asleep Sitting asleep Too late to night creep Time's taking a soul, but the bass beats a fucking beat Drowning in these wet dreams, woken up with a sludge of slight sleeves A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, but his jacket covered his girl's fucking ovaries Over me, I took in that air before the weed I knew that pops would leave, so Pops started to breathe I was lonely as a letter C 'cause A-B that's been Ceaze, alphabetically captured Morse code with braille pattern A poor pastor, preaching about the Lord, but the money is the master Baiter, brought view of haters, an impact on the world, sides me up next to craters Golf shirt, some green gators I don't play, but I'm a player Still stoned off those two papers She texted me, but I'll mail her Cold calling Phone calls at work with the bill, they were costy Jack Frosty, but I feel bad, honestly [Verse 2: KyleverytheKyD] Oh Now let me take you back to 18 She hates weed, never had a fucking daydream She studied students, waste potential through their late teens Had her best friend, had a baby, guess what late means? Late night in the study, her on a roll Now she give him brain on a roll She hanging out in the atrium, the same place I met my shawty's up, all eight of them Then I met Jane, she blew my mind Jane said "How you doing?" I said "Doing fine" Jane said "Let your mind go one time" Pulled out the blunt, double Dutch, put it in my wine Two years ago, she'd never let me hit it But now I started rapping, it's a rap she wanna get it, uh So we get high like Quidditch And once her ass took me kid, it drippin' from the lake and I…