A Freestyle (Caused by the Flight of a Spliff Around the Mind a Second Before Awakening)

The smell of lavender, cocoa butter on my misses This moment sit so delicious, and yeah my girl superstitious She found the wood where its pitchin' Don't knock it I pull from a stick from my pocket I let her rock it Why she kiss it? Now her kitty be drippin', huh Know a pimp can't dismiss it Wait, she might be pimpin' me out This girl want dick and the clout I put my dick in her mouth What this nigga be about, oo find out Yeah, Another present moment ruined by my past mistakes I see her face, her smile take up darkened space Flooded by her past insurrections, I feel like I'm sent to heaven But this bitch is nothing, but a, a fuckin' lesson I'm at a 7-11, I'm coppin' Burberry suits I got some pretty recruits I put the birds in the coupe I take their spot on the roof I smoke a spliff on the roof, and that's the truth, huh Yeah, but my life something depressing I be all stuck in the present, yeah I gotta, find a way up to heaven But I be stuck in the present, man it's depressing And yeah my girl superstitious She found the wood where its pitching Don't knock it, yeah Just pull the stick out my pocket Don't kiss it, baby you trippin', yeah Yeah, why you be superstitious? Oh baby, why you be tripping? I'll smoke a spliff on the roof I'll put some birds in the coupe And that's the truth