Rolling Stone

Now you're thinkin' bout it Girl you're thinkin' bout it What we got here How we fuckin' got here They recognize They just recognize I'm in a life without a home so this recognitions not enough I don't care about nobody else 'Cause I've been on these streets way too long Baby I've been on this too long It's getting faded too long Got me on this rolling stone So I take another hit Kill another serotonin With a hand full of beans And a chest full of weed Got me singing 'bout a bitch While I'm blowing out my steam Yea I know I got my issues Why you think I fuckin' flow? And I'ma keep on smoking 'til I can't hit another note Ooh, but until then I got you, ooh Baby I got you, ooh Until you're used to my face And my mystery fades I got you, ooh So baby love me, ooh Before they all love me Until you won't love me Because they'll all love me I'll be different, ooh I think I'll be different I hope I'm not different And I hope you'll still listen But until then Baby I got you, ooh ooh I got you, ooh Girl I still got you, ooh ooh I got you, ooh, woah