Fortnights

Meet in center city for the nightlife But i was still nineteen, I was still nineteen We sm*ke bowls in the backyaa-ard And I would tell you my pipe dreams Like how you scared of heights when Grew up in the mountains Daddy ain't been 'round since Lunch in the nose bleeds One trip the groceries Unzip the proceeds Light the blunt on the stove when your mom gone Tell me put my new songs on your iPhone Now you twenty-five where the time gone Fuck it I just wanna sm*ke I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha My God, call me when you make it in I know you good nigga I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha, oh God Call me when you make it in I know you good nigga I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga And you ain't even gotta say I know what's good witcha My God, call me when you make it in I know you good nigga I might just pull up in a crown I'm still a hood nigga "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator."