Bodega

I’m boys with the guy at my bodega
Ima live now so I can die later
Straight mindfuck her, doc gon dilate her
Never get paid out, mind been made up
She got the cake, and I got a plate, I put on some weight, you know
Is gon be okay, I been on my way, got nothing to play you for
I been a stray, I roam in a daze, I know we all came to go
I got a ray of flame, I never mix that with the paper though

I ain’t no thesaurus, why you want a synonym?
You might have the buns, but I don’t see no cinnamon
Not even my momma know the shit that I be on
On the surface calm but you don’t know the shit I’m in
But I never threw towel in when in the lion’s den
I put in time, in it for no requirement
Educator set for early retiring
They be jelly when I get to the wylin
F-l-y again, for a sec, forgot how it felt to fee fly again
So I’m dialed in
It’s what is, so all I ever do is smile

I’m boys with the guy at my bodega
Ima live now so I can die later
Straight mindfuck her, doc gon dilate her
Never get paid out, mind been made up
I’m boys with the guy at my bodega
Ima live now so I can die later
Straight mindfuck her, doc gon dilate her
Never get paid out, mind been made up
She got the cake, and I got a plate, I put on some weight, you know
Is gon be okay, I been on my way, got nothing to play you for
I been a stray, I roam in a daze, I know we all came to go
I got a ray of flame, I never mix that with the paper though