Twelve

[Intro: Myke Bogan]
Hell yeah
You know me
Still in he same clothes from last night
Been drinking since first thing this morning
Uh i guess i just like to indulge
[verse 1: Myke Bogan]
Its the breeze of the trees that relaxes my nerves
Million dollar thoughts its a fact they'll emerge
This is nac on the rocks with a fresh linen shirt
Sit back and relax get attached to my word
Cause the words that i spit got me last on some list
Im trapped in the basement im back on my shit
Coastin through life on a beach with a blanket my feet in the sand getting head from yo bitch
My palms got an itch got a fire about em
People say im gone be famous but im shy about it
Its a topic that i vent i can't lie about it
But now my pockets full in lint i still smile about it
Cause it funny how many gettin laid off so the paid off
Always keep a day job like nate rob
And the different cities that im in got me going off the deep end
Bout to leave again charge my phone and my g-pen

[Chorus]
And we rock and we roll and we roll and we rock
And it ain't gone stop till the monin..monin
Then we meet at the top of a cloud and we ain't comin down till them monin
[Verse 2: Myke Bogan]