Don't Fuck With Me
• Written by Dugu
Smoking weed, in the local park/
6 o clock now, and it's getting dark/
Momma know I ain't coming home for dinner/
I'm to busy with my friends man we slaughterin' our livers/
Money coming in it's the begging of the month/
Money coming out, put it in my blunt/
Get paid, watch it burn a away, smoke it all today/
Bout to break a sweat, always dumpin' out the ash tray/
Chill, okay, I don't smoke that often/
Just tryna have a little fun as I head to the coffin/
Don't fuck with me, I do what I want/
From the shoes that I rock to the clothes that I flaunt/
People say I've been transforming/
I been changing every morning/
Same routines been getting boring/
This is the way that I have chosen/
Steady flowing/
Clouds in my brain
Brain in the clouds
It's one of those two but I can't figure it out
I've been thinking deeply about changing my rout
But ever since I've logged in, I can't seem to logout
And these people over here, they just runnin' they mouth
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Dugu
Member since August 27 2014