Three - Chill Bump

I… recall being young and depressed

I… would get beat up in recess

I… started rap when I was a weak mess

I would rhyme to evacuate unreleased stress

I… got good, left Mama’s sweet nest

We… then toured, got money, we blessed

Now… my broad got double D breasts

We in the club poppin all the bubbly left

Now — We got passport stamps and visas

Now — When we land we got fans to greet us

We just hang with mean ass bands and divas

Smoke grams of weed up til we have amnesias

Now — we get tanned on sandy beaches

Now — eat grand and fancy cheeses

Relax in suites that are damn prestigious

Too late bitch, you cannot have this penis…

Stupid

You could have blown me but you blew it

Stupid

You could have blown me but you blew it

You… used to set true barriers

You… Acted like our superiors

You… never took us too serious

I… could really feel a fool’s weariness

We… shine and tour now you cheer for us

You… even buy a few beers for us

What?

We meant to be friends?

Well, you clearly just

Fools… hypocrites and true idiots

Yeah bitch, you now adore me

But when I was a child you’d doubt me shorty

You ignored me when I was wild and horny

When all I could share was an ounce and forty

Well fuck y’all sevens, I’m out of your league

I’m with seven tens now in crowded Orgies

Getting blown when stoned on tylenol 3

Living life to the limit.

These rounds are on me!

Stupid

You could have blown me but you blew it

Stupid

You could have blown me but you blew it