Boomerang

[Hook]
It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed
Been 2 week since I bust my seed
Don't worry about me
I'm chilling, I'm living
I been doin my thing
My mental exchausting (?)

It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed
Been 2 week since I bust my seed
Don't worry about me
I'm chilling, I'm living
I been doin my thing
Been drinking on my drink

[Verse 1]
I'm laid back and relaxing
My current state is cool calm comfortable
Feeling indestructible
All praise to most merciful
Most high, we close by
Young muslims with no bow tie
I'mma drink this drink and then go die
That's a death wish
Yes I'm the best, bitch
Must handsomer than I am in my press pics
Always sound a little fucked up when I text shit
That's me though, my flaws stay a part of me
Expressing oneself honestly never hard for me
From a young age, I promised that I keep it real
Keep my mind open, only say words I really feel
To this day I stay on the same journey
My brain working how I get paid like a brain surgeon
Lames lurking in the background, see me shining
Dark skin, long hair, with the chinky eyelids
Rockin shirts that I got from my father
Make me feel like the same man who washed up on the harbor
Despite my birth in the third world, I still feel
More at home in New York listening to Bjork
She something like a goddess in my mind
Always rocking the banging beat, dropping the hottest rhyme
Plus you can tell she do mad drugs
And if she don't do mad drugs she must be realler than life

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[Verse 2]
I'm sitting in a chair, drinking Pepsi
With enough ice in the glass to make water resent me
Plus, just hopped out the shower
Temperature hit triple digits
The crib got AC, I ain't even got it
Get it bitches
Avaricious
But I know means the richest
No riches
To be honest, the smallest things give me joy
Hearing people talk about their stuff is so annoying
I ain't even really in it for a number
Just want enough so the whole fam can live in comfort
But if you think about it that's probably a lot of dough
Make a g, make another g, that's my g code
Write an album in a week, that's beast mode
Ice cream with my dinner, that's a la mode
Rhyme book on the floor by a pile of clothes
Right before I spit a rap I say how it go
When I was young, used to ball Mic Geromino
Queens borough in my heart cause it's all I know
New York on my back, they don't give a fuck
Living like the city, I don't give a fuck

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