POM LIFE

[Intro: Everett Gibbons]
Yeah you wrong bitch, it’s only Pom Life

[Verse 1: Everett Gibbons]
Got this on ya, if you really want it
Little marijuana we imported out from California
Two weeks to search the car and get the warrant
Brought it back without the keys
Told me good luck back on tour it’s I could serve you 32
Della go and kill the chorus
Hustle never sold out here, but it’s still important
That’s exciting, all you ever been is boring
You know the drill, pullin’ up in the foreign
Still tryna pull’m out their shell here like a fuckin’ tortoise
Good job, try again
Pomagran, that’s the higher strand
Getting’ caught up in your diaphragm
You too close like eye exams, pardon me my advance
Look good through the higher lens, no peace in the highlands
No silence, violence financing the lambs
That’s glam for amateurs
If you’re so bored, do your chores, if I’m endorsed I assure
That ain’t pure, close the door, so when it rains, make it pour
Need a three, got a four
Io’m just here makin’ sure
Everybody gotta course

[Hook: Everett Gibbons]
Everybody’s gotta shine, everybody’s gotta shine, right?
Everybody’s gotta grind, everybody’s gotta grind, right?
Everybody’s in their prime, everybody’s in their prime, right?
Everybody’s in their prime, everybody’s in their prime, right?

[Outro: Everett Gibbons]
Yeah you wrong bitch, it’s only Pom Life