BB Sun (verse 1)
I got snakes in my head
Time on my hands
I got drugs on my phone and they calling all the time
With that white with my wrist
With my life in the midst
And my feelings on the line but I like taking risks
It feels like I spend my whole life taking risks
And I take nothing lightly
Cause I'm a light B
Sleep through the day light
I sell white nightly
Tread lightly
I sleep lighter
Heavy auras interrupt my slumber
Somebody, anybody, everybody
Tell my why street lights turn off whenever he walks under em'
I got a pocket full secrets
Bag full of shoes
Luggage full of clothes
And my hearts so cumbersome
I'm misunderstood
I miss the summer when its winter
When its summer I can't wait until the summers done
I must be under some kind of trance
I'm in the summer sun summoning I mutter some kind of chant
I got a bunch of boogey monsters under my bed
And skeletons up in my closet literally and figuratively
And i figure it'd be fair if she don't want me
Its a chopper with a drum
Pointed at you cumber bun
Life's a bitch and bitches love funny niggas
I gotta joke its a funny one (it ain't no joke)
Promise not to laugh until the joke is all the way done
So theres this guy named bb sun he's got a gun
Thats pointed at your tummy
So the sun stands be the drummers son
I got snakes in my head
Time on my hands
I got drugs on my phone and they calling all the time
With that white with my wrist
With my life in the midst
And my feelings on the line but I like taking risks
It feels like I spend my whole life taking risks
And I take nothing lightly
Cause I'm a light B
Sleep through the day light
I sell white nightly
Tread lightly
I sleep lighter
Heavy auras interrupt my slumber
Somebody, anybody, everybody
Tell my why street lights turn off whenever he walks under em'
I got a pocket full secrets
Bag full of shoes
Luggage full of clothes
And my hearts so cumbersome
I'm misunderstood
I miss the summer when its winter
When its summer I can't wait until the summers done
I must be under some kind of trance
I'm in the summer sun summoning I mutter some kind of chant
I got a bunch of boogey monsters under my bed
And skeletons up in my closet literally and figuratively
And i figure it'd be fair if she don't want me
Its a chopper with a drum
Pointed at you cumber bun
Life's a bitch and bitches love funny niggas
I gotta joke its a funny one (it ain't no joke)
Promise not to laugh until the joke is all the way done
So theres this guy named bb sun he's got a gun
Thats pointed at your tummy
So the sun stands be the drummers son
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