Gone (feat. Jake$wish)

Blunt smoke in my fucking mouth From the fucking south Running like my mouth Big as my own mouth Yeah im fucking in Writing with no pen, its my fucking phone Like to stay home Tryna act grown. But i'm way too young Yeah thats fucking up Yeah thats only up, we cannot go down Tryna act like a clown when I f*ck around. Yeah i'm funny yeah i'm going Get your shoes on yeah we running Get the booze up yeah we bumming Fucking crazy yeah i'm scum and I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon Just make sure you fucking broom Clean the fucking house Love your fucking spouse Clean the fucking house Clean the fucking house Thats a 30 stick Cop a chick-o-stick Get that shit so slick One eye slick rick I don't flick bics I just get zips This shits a clip in your own life Yeah in spite Thats why I don't light Thats why im not showing all of my emotions Take it all away Im not tryna play, im just tryna go up in my own damn ways Forget it, man i'm fucking gone Don't get to tripping we'll catch you in the mall Don't get to tripping Don't get to tripping Don't get to tripping, we'll catch you slipping Don't get to tripping Don't get to tripping Don't get to tripping, we'll catch you slipping We'll catch you slipping I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon Just make sure you fucking broom Clean the fucking house Love your fucking spouse Clean the fucking house Clean the fucking house I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon I'll be gone soon Just make sure you fucking broom Clean the fucking house Love your fucking spouse Clean the fucking house Clean the fucking house We'll catch you slipping