Stuck Up
• Written by TJFro
Slow and steady wins the race,
Slow and heavy, taking blunts to the face.
Just killed two birds and got stoned.
Great, now I'm alone and zoned.
Dank dark as catacombs under Rome.
Shit louder than the Thunder Dome
I can barely hear, let alone breathe.
Shit would have frail dudes deceased
Because they weak, like seven days.
After I spark up the haze,
Man I'm slipping into a daze,
Glued, like I'm stuck in a maze.
Disoriented, like an Asian when you spin em.
Face blue, comparable to denim
Safe to say it's in my genes.
I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,
Bitch I'll touch the flesh in your spleen.
I don't love no thotties,
Trying to fuck those hotties.
The hoes are resented,
The money, I spent it.
I'm taxed, not represented.
The wheels are never rented,
And the windows are tinted.
Rolling with my garrison.
Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.
Drugs are what I crave, find em at a rave.
Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.
Please bitch, don't kill my vibe
Because I just imbibed.
Getting hard to describe.
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TJFro
Member since March 19 2014