Hook:
Having dreams of a goddess & I'm living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, girl you wish you could
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I ain’t into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Having dreams of a goddess & I'm living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, girl you wish you could
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I ain’t into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Verse 1:
I'm super high, memorized
Damn I'm tryna find the time
Burn it up, I'm gettin high
Always Coolin wit a dimes
Pop them bottles, sipping wine
Gettin faded out my mind
She say she never been
Damn I think it is her time
Rolling thru my city, I bet them suckas hatin (Fuck'em)
Super fly expensive weed I give ya bitch tasta
She like to fuck me good, smash the gas Just like I'm racin
And I Ain't got no time to kick it, yeah we only fuck today
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Relax, kick it back, let me spit this flavor
Smoke a pound, fuck her once I ain’t gotta cater
She ask me what position, damn I ask her what’s the major
I'm sorry class is over baby, maybe I can catch your brain uhhh
Hook:
Having dreams of a goddess & I’m living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, yeah you wish could
I ain't into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Having dreams of a goddess & I'm living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, yeah you wish could
I ain’t into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Verse 2:
She always getting mad, when I'm high, bitch go pop a Xan
Patient waiting on my time, call my name a hunned bandz
Dream my name up in the lights, picture I'm the man
Wake up feelings healthy baby pop them vitamins (Ohhh)
Now I'm drinking orange juice purple mixed with-IN
If you ain't got no flavor baby, you ain't gonna win (Ohh)
What's your name & what's your number, can you bring a friend
Damn that bitch is super bad, they beg me can we fuck again
Now floating on the top, she sippin on some gin
I fuck her once I pass em off, I ain't talkin to her since
Hoes hit my phone, I don't pick up, she tryna leave her man
These bitches talk a good game, but damn I want her friends
Hook:
Having dreams of a goddess & I'm living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, yeah you wish could
I ain't into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Having dreams of a goddess & I'm living good
Gotta couple loud packs like a youngin should
Keep the windows rolled down so they can smell the wood
I been hanging in the back, purple cup, yeah you wish could
I ain't into waitin, go and get it type it guy
Roll the best weed, feelin good, don't blow my high
Wake up every morning, blessed again, kiss the sky
On this paper chase, she the realist, pray to God
Flavor was written by Nick B.
Flavor was produced by Sauce Pack & Tommy Traxx.