Seventeen years in the same style clothes
Seventeen years I’ve been waiting for some dough
Find my mind will drift real slow
Imma find my grip though the thoughts that I toe
And the love that I owe, I ain’t picking up the phone
Let it ring though while i pull another cone
Seventeen years I’e been living my life with this pain on mind so let’s get stoned ah
My mind can’t find the time to write a rhyme n
No song of mine I like, I hate my kind
I want to find a way to hide my cries
I want to find a way to shine my light tonight
Hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
Hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
Young c#nt, young c#nt toking on a fat blunt
Back of the class in maths he was that one
Feeling hella sad coz he just had a bad month
Now he’s kickin’ back, f#ckin’ glad with some mad cunts
Living the dream
Coz he’s smokin the green with his oxy clique and his all black fit
Imma rip till this sh#t till the pages split
Imma kill my sh#t
Oxymorons, imma flip b#tch
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
I got
Trauma in my brain, got pain in my heart
Don’t wanna be the same so I’m making a path
I spray for the art, ain’t blazing a dart
Stayed caged in the dark, I’ve escaped now at last
Old man’s head on a young man’s shoulders
Thought now I’m bulking that I’d stop sulking
I take a breath, just me and the cold wind
Believe the wild cat boltin’
Scared that I’ll be at the final lap; halted
Think it’s my fault and, I can’t fault it
Thinkin’ bout all the times I got scolded
Wishing I couldn’t hold it in
‘Cause now I’m trapped in this dumb box
If I got one shot I won’t duck down
But imma f#ck around till the gun pops
JAY
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t f#cking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you f#ck around that’s it
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CAL Lyrics – That’s It