JOE TEA.

My girl went to Thailand and brought me back peace Said I ain't prodigious she said bow at my feet She think she a Buddha I'm smacking that bunda That shit is a treat She telling me off Baby I'll listen Cause you can be sweet That makes you the boss Got you screaming said keep Keep keep keep I'm dodging and driving Weaving and striding All in my H This shit is a civic I got the stripes They see em and weep All these slow ass niggas I take off my shirt They start to leak Crazy how I'm weary Of showing off Cause I got that gleam Asking what's your routine? Shit's three years in the making Like Tango no bacon Ensnared by these woods like Kraven I'm craving her touch but my girl is busy She's lighting it up I'm stuck in this city Making my magnum opus Ain't no hocus pocus Niggas want that unity But when the time comes they never focus Ain't talking bout Ford This the locus I got control You're feeble and hopeless Let me tell you a secret I'm a Jersey boy They be saying I'm annoyed I just shake my head Say nah I'm just employed Guess it's one in the same I miss my plains From the Garden State Where we trudge for our aims Niggas think I'm sane I'm so well put together Might be thanks to this weather. F*ck a Taylor Ham or Pork Roll I'm thinking more bout that Joe Tea That Pasta Shop I'm so free. Baby I'm just me. X2 It's all that I know x3