boba on the rocks

Sittin' on the docks, boba on the rocks
People hit my line but I don't wanna talk
I'm tryin' to be calm
I don't wanna see the clock
Don't wanna see my moms
Don't wanna see my pops just wanna see you
But you don't wanna see me
I think I'm seeing things that
The people won't believe
Just wanna see some change that
I'm never gonna see
So I keep my eyes closed while
I try to find my peace
Don't even wanna eat, only eat once a day
Sippin' boba on the rocks with
That right strain everyday
I can't even smoke weed
For me that was just a phase
But you know I still supply
If you need to cop today
Hit my line, scoop you up
Mango juice with the stuff
Grind it up, bust some
Blunts, got some liquor, that's a plus
You can smoke, I'll get drunk
And we'll bob to this jawn
Better see you walking up
If you think that I'm a punk
'Cause I ain't a fuckin' fool
And I just ain't you
And I gotta stack my money to
Do what I gotta do
See I know it's just some paper
Please tell me what else is new
But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yup
(But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yup)
(But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yup)

Back to the head, bitch
I smoke it like I had to cracks in my head
Like a motherfuckin' statue
Back to back with the lead
Spittin' out the fuckin' barrel
Young white pharaoh in the back of the Camaro
(Skrr)
Dopamine release, copin' with the freezer
With the coats made of geese
Can you feel my energy
It's floatin' in the breeze
Growin' with the trees
Wake up in the morning by
The ocean on the beach, peep
Take away my pain, feel my body up with love
See you landed in my bed
But you've fallen from above
Every time you give me head
Got my body goin' numb
See you probably in your bed
While I'm probably goin' dumb
On these beats, swervin' thru the streets
(Damn) flip a couple packs and keep
Applying with the heat
Pressure cooker Peep, steppin' on your feet
Tell em rest in peace, cut
Your body to a piece, you deceased
Yellin' bitch I ain't a fool
And I just ain't you
You the type to take the red and
I'm the type to take the blue
See I know it's just some paper
Tryna get up out my room
But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yuh
(But you see, these stupid people take
This paper for some food, yuh)
But you see, these stupid people take this
Paper for some food
Sippin' boba on the rocks got
The Right strain too
In the East, in the West, what
You need, we comin' through, bitch