Baker şarkı sözleri
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Where the f*ck you been Baker Chong
Probably off smoking with Tommy Chong
Shit it's been too long, where the f*ck you gone
Have you been too lazy to cook up another song
I got so many motherfuckers asking where I've gone
Haven't heard Baker Chong rapping in so fucking long
But I'm coming strong, so you pass the word along
Smoke a four foot bong, while your listening to this song
Bitches say, mental illnesses, is not a joke
Set up stands with therapy as a way to cope
And I fucking choke on the pills they prescribe
Doctors call me back when you find a cure for my mind
And how, how do I decide which scythe to grind
Slash em up and chop em up, become my next homicide
Got sent to court, got let out with a fine
Blamed it on my psychosis and got back home at nine
She a snack but I ain't call her back
Give that big booty a smack while I'm counting up my racks
She says she fucked me last week, stop the cap
He said he's from the streets but he don't know how to trap
I love the way that they try to say, Baker won't do shit
But they lucky that Baker's stuck locked up at the bay
But that's just the way a player play
So if you can't handle that shit, then just let a player play
Oh and where's your spider hoodie? Holy shit, I wonder
The price you pay for love is grief
The way they treating me been leading me to disbelief
Wish they would just sit they asses down and take a seat
F*ck with my bitch and money, hoe, you think you sweet
Shit ain't funny, don't make me give you the receipts
Then your shit will crumble, tryna get set back to the streets
While I progress, still tryna make ends meet
Came back to the studio, me and Baker gonna treat the beat
This five milli got me activated
On my way to being mega faded
40 minutes later, feeling like I gotta upgrade
All this beef, they was tryna run a fade
But don't try me, I'll put you in a verse
Working nine to five, now I'm just tryna rehearse
Feels like someones watching am I Schizophrenic
Just trying to rehearse, Shit, I guess I'm gonna need a medic
I need something to cool off, come on doc I need a perk
How you gonna say I'm slacking? I'm putting in more of the work
That's why I'm wearing Supreme on my shirt
And maybe if you'll quit acting like some jerks
Go focus on a bag or two, go get yourself some thirst
Oh, and you thought this was a bank loan
Nah, I only get the crispy bills, thought you would've known
Yeah, and more of half of it is unknown
Just sitting on my phone, you can lower your tone
But could you imagine pain forever
I want my legacy to remain forever
Sipping on some Henny while I'm smoking Jack Herer
I'm steady to be better, yeah, I'd never make it ever
I feel the perk now, flowing to it, making music
All these drugs up in my system, it feels so therapeutic
Ask myself which I'ma take, but there's just too many to pick
Just too many to pick
She messaged my new social, thought my old one got restricted
Like, nah, bitch, I just got two accounts
Matter of fact, I was just about to slang an ounce
Speaking of that, I was bout to open racks to count
If you f*ck with me, bitch, I'll hit you with the hundred round
And I'ma drink a 40 on the couch
