.Verse 1:
My baby momma keep stressin me
Talkin bout I'm pass due on a cup of cheese
I said wory bout your money next week
Cause right now I'm high and can not see girl
I hate the job that I morkin at
So when I get off imma cop a sack
And get so high drift to the sky smoki.
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