Brown Paper Bag 2.0 - Yoshi Flower, Rico Nasty

In a brown paper bag where you kept all the wax

And the bad habits flashback

You kept a stash of the shit, it’s like Slash with the licks

How I wish we could kick that

Bored type of feel that you fought when its real

And how I wish that I had all the things that I lack

Life’s a gas, so you gotta get rich real fast, yeah

I know I ain’t the cutest bitch walkin'

But I might be the realest bitch talkin'

Growin' up I ain’t ever really had shit

Talk tough, but we know you ain’t 'bout shit

I just spent 'bout ten thousand

I’m dressed in Italian

I just left from the islands

Sun settin' while I’m landin'

Can’t act like I understand it

I got mine, I don’t need yours

City every night, sold-out shows

You’ve been with me through it all

When everyone let me down

'Cause you know by now how the game goes

Always stay ten-toes

Woh, oh, yeah

Breathe in, breath out

Breathe in, breath out

Breathe in, breath out (My daily meditation)

Breathe in, breath out (That's why I keep you around)

Breathe in, breath out