BROAD DAY.

I got homies in the lot doin donuts Young ones crazier than me yeah they bout to go nuts The faded generation yeah we rep the forefront Bad bitch nice ass yeah she actin foreign I'm flirting for head baby not flirting for fun You wanna feel what I'm feelin then baby pop one It ain't molly its oxy hit me up if you want some Yeah I keep some boxes you can call me the plug The box says clonazepam I call it confidence I'm on shit you couldn't fathom man, brave is all I get And if I snort too much shit ye then its God protect But ill keep popping broad day Faded off this cocktail Perc's got me creaking like a door hinge Keep your nose dry we got some yola in the floor safe I'm driving drunk 110 on the dash yeah I floored it She took a shot and then bent right over to give me road head Take a shot don't try to talk just keep your eyes closed She said shed rather buy some coke than a Michael Kors But if you want it we can turn this to a fight club Got no Special K we got syrup and some white snow I'm living half a life the other half I'm high Getting faded for me never out of sight I ain't stopping always filled with strife I might find God just not the way I live my life The box says oxycodone but I call it confidence This shit make me nauseous but this is all I get And if I pop too many pills then its God protect No matter what the law say Ill keep popping broad day Perc's got me creaking like a door hinge Keep your nose dry we got some yola in the floor safe I'm driving drunk 110 on the dash yeah i floored it She took a shot and then bent right over to give me Road Head