Vomit - DillanPonders

Way too high ain’t got to write down

Ain’t nobody sound like my sound

Understand that I don’t stand under

Nigga don’t believe me just watch

Man I ride around through my town

Stop asking me for my number

Man I’m looking like a trap God

Am I insane man I wonder?

You and I we are not same

Ain’t got the pills but I got cocaine

Don’t talk to me you ain’t got no brain

Don’t talk to me you ain’t got no say

Go downtown I’m a king right now

Cocaine is my thing right now

Don’t want to step in this ring

Don’t want to step in this ring right now

Man I got weed crumbs in my dreadlocks mon

I just put the game in a headlock mon

Don’t pretend you don’t know me mon

You’re a little bitch I don’t get that mon

Last night I had a mental break down

Hoping that I don’t break down again

Niggas trying to come take me down

Guess I got to go and take down dem

Lykkle boy dem wan chat bout me

Me nah ramp wit what dem chat bout

Guess dem want to come break me walls

Guess me haffi go an take down dem

Lykkle boy yuh nah know me

Mon me really want to find out

If you really think you an OG and you lead the life you chat 'bout

I’m just riding round thru my solar system

Lost my mind man you know its missing

Man I been getting too faded

Man I’m just riding round wit my lady

So leave me lone

My girl smokes loud but she pipes down when she knows that I got to write down

Thinking it’s my time now, your bitch got me on her iCloud

Seen you’re a bitch and your girl’s a whore

I can barely write if mine pissed me off

I don’t have a phone but if a nigga did these silly hoes would probably ring it

off

I’m living my life in a sand box

Cocaine bags in the stash box

I don’t really like these drunk girls

WHY U GOTTA TALK IN CAPS LOCK

Want to go look then you’ll find me wavy

Got to make a shout to the 90s babies

Black on black got to rock that daily

When you call me will I call back?

Maybe

Stepped in Town straight looking like a tourist

So much weed… I feel like a florist

Ain’t blown yet but a nigga ain’t nervous

Finna get a Lakeview crib out in Europe

Finna get so damn rich I don’t mind getting fat

If you give me that weed you won’t find any left

Don’t want to smoke still buying a pack

Don’t really care I could die any sec

No bus fare but I got drug money

Fuck with my town cause they got love for me

Going so hard that my pants got famous

Black boots on, camo top, big hoodie

Or it might be a poncho

Over the fact I might die by tomorrow

Think I realized that I am Toronto

Got a new wife so I might never want hoes