Blind In Recall

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She—she know
She know
She know
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it
She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

Take another couple pics, you can hop up on it
The memories is truе, but the bitches is so toxic
The mеmories is true, but the bitches is so toxic
But the bitches is so rotten, they don’t have no fucking flock
See I was in the back cooking crystal fucking meth bitch
I was in the back cooking crystal fucking meth
In the vault, with my nigga Walt
Smoking off the dro, what what dro?
What you know about it, what you know at all?
You ain’t know
You a fucking know it all
I can see it by your blind in your call
I can see it by your blind in recall
Blind I recall, my mind I install
I install computer chips
Had to get this bitch on my limit-fucking-less 5G wireless top down and she sit on this big brown dick for a minute or two so quick
What’s the fucking deal?
Got a couple figures, got to chill
Got to mix Supreme with the Louis
Got to mix Supreme with the big it stupid
It go stupid
Had to paint the walls different colors with the draw
Had to paint the walls different colors I don’t draw
Had to paint the walls different colors I don’t draw
In abundance, in my awe
In my arc, what I shop
How I spark, spark my fucking blunt by the cover in the Runtz
Gas pack hitting on my lungs
Bitch gas pack hitting on my lungs
Gas pack hitting on my lungs
Gas pack hitting on my—
Gas pack hitting on my lungs

Smoke another—roll another one
Smoke another blunt, roll another one
Smoke another blunt, bitch I roll another one
Smoke another blunt, bitch I roll another one
How I roll it up, in the sheet
And the time that we take, all those days
All those days, all the pain and memories
In arrange, fuck your sleep, fuck your pen, fuck your tan
Put the power in the hand, put the power in the christ, put the power in the fam
Put the power in the jam, put the power in the—
Put the power in the fam, in the fam