歌词
Makin my way on the way to the top
Chill with my homies and we smokin pot
Its not our fault we're havin fun
I'm with my brodie and we goin dumb
Find us in the backseat
We dont got no car keys
And we roll enough weed for the all of us
Young and dumb I can tell you whats more fun
Childish always high till the sun comes up
Till the sun comes
Childish always high till the sun comes
Wanna put me in a box
They wanna tell me who I am
Tell me who I am you don't know in the slightest
Tell me why they gotta hate every thought from my head
Why you talking all that
See me in person wont talk from your chest
All my songs in your head
You're a fake