Lately... (feat. Chris Col.)

Lately Everything just feels like its all wrong I said Baby I just wanna smoke and sing my songs Multiplying decimals by spitting out these metaphors Murking all you rappers Call me young fentanyl Only see the light when I'm bent heaven sent Lets indulge in the marijuana scent Just grab the Elements Cause We slay from BK to LA Just waiting on my payday From NYC like a leather Pelle Pelle Just waiting on my celly to ring So I can cop the pack and head to the city The city of dreams The city of schemes We live from the borough of Queens You know what it means Insidious dreams take flight in the city of steez I'm copping the P's I'm smoking the Q's I'm looking at you I'm trynna get through With all of the crew And that's how we do ya dig I'm trynna get through With all of the crew And that's how we do Yeah Check Lately Everything just feels like its all wrong I said Baby I just wanna smoke and sing my songs Sing my songs I said F*ck living in the past I be dwelling on the present tense Counting up dead presidents I'm trynna cop a residence I'm rolling on some ass The verbal be so eloquent Boy I'm looking heaven sent I'm dripping I'm so elegant In Dumbo with no elephant A dumb hoe lost my light again I'm rolling seeing lights again Miss me like my Ex's do FTP to the end of me Life is but a splendid dream That is why we roll that green You know how the f*ck we do Baby I just want to smoke and sing my songs