[Intro]
T-H-E-O
Soul!
REASON
Soulful!
Like
And they be like
[Verse 1]
They be like picture me rollin', picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
(T-H-E-O)
I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna focus better
No more dealin' with fake niggas, I don't address 'em
We all got hood families, I know the coldest felons
So you could talk all you want but keep it copacetic
Please don't, please don't bring the hood out a nigga
Lately lookin' for a chick that bring the good out a nigga
I been blowin' 'cause I'm stressed, you got ass and some breasts
Ironic that smokin' body bring the kush out a nigga (T-H-E-O)
Uh, smokin' with the homies leave my mind dazed
Rather be loaded 'cause blunts fuck up the mind frame
But give me a bad bitch, couple shots and some Sade
Couple hours later, have a mind play and mind games
'Cause I done see many women just broken up
With they nigga and figured we ain't close enough to get it crackin'
But when saw that liquor soakened up
Closed hearts turned into drunk thoughts, she opened up
Feelin' bad as a pull up this Bacardi
All this drunk sex got me feelin' like a Cosby
I guess it's a thin line between us and Bill
But what's the real difference between a shot and pills? (T-H-E-O)
T-H-E-O
Soul!
REASON
Soulful!
Like
And they be like
[Verse 1]
They be like picture me rollin', picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
(T-H-E-O)
I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna focus better
No more dealin' with fake niggas, I don't address 'em
We all got hood families, I know the coldest felons
So you could talk all you want but keep it copacetic
Please don't, please don't bring the hood out a nigga
Lately lookin' for a chick that bring the good out a nigga
I been blowin' 'cause I'm stressed, you got ass and some breasts
Ironic that smokin' body bring the kush out a nigga (T-H-E-O)
Uh, smokin' with the homies leave my mind dazed
Rather be loaded 'cause blunts fuck up the mind frame
But give me a bad bitch, couple shots and some Sade
Couple hours later, have a mind play and mind games
'Cause I done see many women just broken up
With they nigga and figured we ain't close enough to get it crackin'
But when saw that liquor soakened up
Closed hearts turned into drunk thoughts, she opened up
Feelin' bad as a pull up this Bacardi
All this drunk sex got me feelin' like a Cosby
I guess it's a thin line between us and Bill
But what's the real difference between a shot and pills? (T-H-E-O)
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