
Down and Out Caskey
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[Intro]
I'm with Alice
In Wonderland with a hundred grams that came from Dallas
Blowing strong, backseat of my car
Worried 'bout today, we ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Man, I swear I'm blowing strong
I'm with Alice
In Wonderland with a hundred grams that came from Dallas
Blowing strong, backseat of my car
Worried 'bout today, we ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Man, I swear I'm blowing
[Verse 1]
Bang! Writer's block done had me trippin'
'Bout how I was gon' set this off
Fuck it, I ain't worried 'bout it
I got two Ls laced with codeine
My girl just told me, "That ain't healthy for ya"
I told her, "Blow me," she accepted
I'm rolling through my town, young and reckless
My blunt game been perfected
Man, I got one name, it's respected
All of these rappers here, they ain't my problem
I reject 'em like a foster child
Funny how six months ago, they was talking down
And now, they'll call me for a feature
Well, I might call up Wiz Khalifa
To ask him, "What's with the local reefer?"
And I ain't stunting, homie
Though the circles that I'm fallin' in
But I can't call you kin
If I can't call you when I'm down and out
I'm with Alice
In Wonderland with a hundred grams that came from Dallas
Blowing strong, backseat of my car
Worried 'bout today, we ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Man, I swear I'm blowing strong
I'm with Alice
In Wonderland with a hundred grams that came from Dallas
Blowing strong, backseat of my car
Worried 'bout today, we ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Man, I swear I'm blowing
[Verse 1]
Bang! Writer's block done had me trippin'
'Bout how I was gon' set this off
Fuck it, I ain't worried 'bout it
I got two Ls laced with codeine
My girl just told me, "That ain't healthy for ya"
I told her, "Blow me," she accepted
I'm rolling through my town, young and reckless
My blunt game been perfected
Man, I got one name, it's respected
All of these rappers here, they ain't my problem
I reject 'em like a foster child
Funny how six months ago, they was talking down
And now, they'll call me for a feature
Well, I might call up Wiz Khalifa
To ask him, "What's with the local reefer?"
And I ain't stunting, homie
Though the circles that I'm fallin' in
But I can't call you kin
If I can't call you when I'm down and out
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