[Hook: Wiki]
Let me tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone
I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along [x3]
Let me tell you, let me tell you about
[Verse 1: Wiki]
I'm on the road, I'm driving, I'm flying
Hell, don't even know
It's wherever the label tell me to go
Whatever, I'm able to get better every show
Yea I know it live it spitting get money that I blow
On bullshit that I don't need
It's weed, it's licks, it's hoes
Saying I'm better cause I ain't spend it on the blow
But if someone gonna show up to the show with the snow
That ain't even no question that it's going in my nose
I'm exposed, I'm losing every single show
Tryna get the youth in a sound check tell them to swoop in
The bouncers ain't around yet, they always do it
Don't get every word but they fluent, they feel it they moving
Homie, this is why I do it
Oh, I'm on the road
[Hook 2: Wiki]
Let me tell you about living while we're gone
In the van breaking up the Buddha in my palm
Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone [x2]
Let me tell you, let me tell you about
[Break: Wiki]
Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it
Let me tell you 'bout, let me tell you 'bout it
[Verse 2: Nasty Nigel]
It's 3 am in the morning, mama creeping cause you sleeping
I know you smelling that potent, mama
Chiefing on the weekend
I hope that smelling Hoboken, mama
Hippies and they commies
You know what they all be smoking, mama
That lettuce for devil mama, forever rejecting ganja
Hiding my pot in my backpack
I promise that smell is just kale
Not going to jail just going on tour with my napsack
Yo Wik, where the drugs at?
Cough over some more
That shit gotta last for a week while we out on the east
If we running on E I ain't going back
Hitting the road while we hitting the trees
Burning the rubber while burning the weed
Turn down the music I can't find my keys
My mother is calling I'm blunted, can't speak
I just call her in a week, you know shit'll be sweet
I'll say that my service is weak, whenever I'm high I land on my feet
She catch me I'm deaded, first generation to New York forget it
Boomerang slipper gets caught on my necklace and brings me right to her and over that terrace
[Verse 3: Wiki]
Dutch guts on my windowsill, sitting, let the wind rid it
Mom asking what it is you know bout blunts, yeah that's the feeling
Maintaining but super complaining saying he ain't feelin'
Eclipse collectin' and back to buildin'
From my fire escape try to escape
Trapped by the ceiling
I'm feeling thoughts, spilling
Thinking when we was children
I'm feeling trapped I gotta break out
But conversations with my mom made me feel safe now
Stayed in last three days now
The only place out I've been is the cornerstore
94 years just to get papes now
Cause a 4-pack of dutches is costing 8 now
Wake up with an eighth now
But it's in my own bed when I wake now
[Hook: Wiki]
Let me tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone
I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along
Let me tell you, let me tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Let me tell you, let me tell you about living while we're gone
I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along
Let me tell you, let me tell you about
