Flourist ‌woody (Dream Caster)

[Chorus]
Small waist
Pretty face
Baby girl I gotta have you
Sleeps through the day
Like I seen her putting on her make up
And she work a 9 to 5
I just get my cake up
They know us, they know us
Walk around like a tourist
On that flower like a flourist
I count my grievances
Count my blessings first
Yeah we pull up in a hearse
Dress all black with weapons on us

[Verse]
She wanna hold my gun
My opp pull up I won't run
[?] baby know I'm on one
Every play the same
Baby I got aim
I'm gettin money and hittin them stains
I'm D1 girl y'know my name
I'm taking pills meant for pain
I still feel the same
Ain't gon' ever change
Perc gon' fuck your brain up
Them xans gon' fuck your brain up
You could say I'm hypocritcal
Coming from you it don't mean much
And I know some trust-fund babies turned to junkies
But I show em much love I know they're somebodies
Sat inside the walls
Sat inside the fern
And baby I could hear the angels calling out my name
I fell right down from heaven
They want me in hell
Like its 2000 and 7
I hardly done well
They say i'm an odd fella
They say i'm odd