Thinking about you (feat. Juube)

Drinking, smoking,
thinking about you
Mixed emotions, coming in the Stu.
I don't know what I'm on, is it doom?
I don't know what I'm on, is it you

One, two, buckling my shoe
Then I'm out the door
I don't know what I'm bout to do
This night, bound for more
Get unlucky, said he finna duck me
But yo bitch, she wanna fuck me
Know she freaky, said she get it from me
On the wood, gonna peck
So I show that bitch my set
Then she showing me her neck
Like, what's next?
Said she's dirty
But I'm a mess, she impressed
Like, what's next?

Yeah, drinking, smoking,
Thinking about you
Mixed emotions, coming in the Stu.
I don't know what I'm on, is it doom
I don't know what I'm on, is it you?

Yeah, I don't be typing shit, get her wet on my firefighter shit, say that she tired of us
But you ain't high as us
Gonna retired as
As a old man
No ring around the rosy, I don't hold hands
Let's fold bands in a fucking pocket
Hit a slow jam, like no ma'am
This shit too exhausting, get sauced up with no pan

I can say this shit again and again, make it make sense
So we gon' be making this shit to pay rent
Stay bent, wanna go to the bank and make the bank flip
I can tell that most of that lil' shit really ain't shit

Patient , we gon' pull off, do it in the spaceship
Okay, we can take this back to the basement
Old days, I would never do no replacements
Okay, we can take this back to the basement
Old days, I would never do no replacements
Okay, we can take this
back to the basement

Drinking, smoking, thinking about you
Mixed emotions, coming in the Stu.
I don't know what I'm on, is it doom
I don't know what I'm on, is it you?