Chris Wright Adolescence
If I ever do a show bet I skip the f..cking meet and greet
Cause if I put a name to a face it's like the heebie-jee
Bees all on my front porch here for the sticky weed
I don't even smoke, they like gees, I brought three for free
Young and reckless lately thanking god that nobody knows
I feel the itch to run away but you know how that goes
I'm big talk, but a little man, stuck in my woes
I hit the gym til it disappeared right off of the coast
And now my weight dropping, got me in this motel lobby
Like what the steak options, lady got a Nobel body
It make me late often, me I got a no tell hobby
You with the jakes talking, boy you know they stay watching
Keep my cam unplugged unless we making love
As if it's getting high off of bending joints and aching lungs
Wet vibrations like we bathing in a shaking tub
She don't really deal with credit cards, she just taking tongue
So when it's all said and done imma pet it, start
Laying out the drinks like I really went and set the bar
Someone call a medic like we trapped in a smoking car
Windows up, laughing, I'm a death away from toaking tar
Why you hot box? You don't even smoke pot
Second hand high make you feel it like some pop rocks
All I care about is her in Yellow striped crop tops
Never take my eyes off her even if the cop stops
