GReEN GaT0r$

[Verse 1: ROONSLOB]
Listen
I've already been brain dead about 10 hours
I feel depression resting in my soul
I feel sour, bitter, sweet, but self-asleep
Sitting asleep
Too late to night creep
Time's taking a soul, but the bass beats a fucking beat
Drowning in these wet dreams, woken up with a sludge of slight sleeves
A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, but his jacket covered his girl's fucking ovaries
Over me, I took in that air before the weed
I knew that pops would leave, so Pops started to breathe I was lonely as a letter C
'cause A-B that's been Ceaze, alphabetically captured
Morse code with braille pattern
A poor pastor, preaching about the Lord, but the money is the master
Baiter, brought view of haters, an impact on the world, sides me up next to craters
Golf shirt, some green gators
I don't play, but I'm a player
Still stoned off those two papers
She texted me, but I'll mail her
Cold calling
Phone calls at work with the bill, they were costy
Jack Frosty, but I feel bad, honestly

[Verse 2: KyleverytheKyD]
Oh
Now let me take you back to 18
She hates weed, never had a fucking daydream
She studied students, waste potential through their late teens
Had her best friend, had a baby, guess what late means?
Late night in the study, her on a roll
Now she give him brain on a roll
She hanging out in the atrium, the same place I met my shawty's up, all eight of them
Then I met Jane, she blew my mind
Jane said "How you doing?"
I said "Doing fine"
Jane said "Let your mind go one time"
Pulled out the blunt, double Dutch, put it in my wine
Two years ago, she'd never let me hit it
But now I started rapping, it's a rap she wanna get it, uh
So we get high like Quidditch
And once her ass took me kid, it drippin' from the lake and I…