Lyrics Vomit - DillanPonders

Vomit

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