Untold
Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:47 am
I think something's wrong, when the loving stops
Grown up were nothing belongs, on my own puffing bongs
Seem happy but the bluffing stops, drink a dozen shots
Can afford juice and muffing tops, thanks to my hustling props
Shit's hard for a kid, now i've got this shame it's dwelling
Sick of the pain and yelling, but i'm in this game with many
I've flunk jobs, these days it's either gun pops or mug shots
Thug plots, so fuck cops, shit it's just not how it once was
Trust me, most is not seen, now there's no need for the police
You'd agreed if you know me, till then i stay packing weed in the cone peice
Grown up were nothing belongs, on my own puffing bongs
Seem happy but the bluffing stops, drink a dozen shots
Can afford juice and muffing tops, thanks to my hustling props
Shit's hard for a kid, now i've got this shame it's dwelling
Sick of the pain and yelling, but i'm in this game with many
I've flunk jobs, these days it's either gun pops or mug shots
Thug plots, so fuck cops, shit it's just not how it once was
Trust me, most is not seen, now there's no need for the police
You'd agreed if you know me, till then i stay packing weed in the cone peice