Euphoria - Casey Veggies, Rich Hil

You need a spliff then it’s on me mane

I don’t really think you want these problems

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I close my eyes, I was waiting for this

I’m just looking in the mirror while they taking their pics

I just take it and pick, give it back when I’m done with

The chance come man I run with it, yeah

My shoes laced up, tryna get my cake up

These when I make up, say somethin'

No reply and know he fly

So that guy just look me in the eyes, eye

The clear frames got me all up in the game

worry about making a name, it’s a shame, yeah

Chuck told me just stay up in my lane, no restrain

The Game told me this shit is insane

So I’m looking so I don’t change

And swerving in my brain crashing all the lames

when the boy

All up in their eyes with it,

You need a spliff then it’s on me mane

I don’t really think you want these problems

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

The sunshine come and leave quicker than a snap on picture

So girl you the issue

So that is why flip her on to the next page

I feel the rage when I get caged in to the corner

And yeah you say I’m on ya but i’m just tryna warn ya

Or maybe I should leave you in the morning

So yeah I’m just moaning while you sad and crying

A sad day would be if you was fake and lying

So I lie right now, my eyes right down

Everything I see, am I live right now

I smile like frowns, never lose my sound

Look at what I found, it couldn’t have happened better

You not about the beef, why you acting so fed up, like Federline

She ate it up when I fed her lines

She wait for the better time so I gave her mine

I’m in her mind like all the time

You need a spliff then it’s on me mane

I don’t really think you want these problems

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

I get off and I get off

Then I’ma get on, then I’m get on

Look up in the sky, tell me what you see

It’s a young boy flying, they call him CV

Beats for clothes when I make it

Homie, go and tell a friend

And we leave when the story begin, the end