Ricky Hil - March lyrics

That's pounds if you ain't know well
Baby I'm a fool
Everything that's going on is wrong today
Going on is wrong today aye

Maybe I'm profound you don't need me anyway
She ain't gon need me anyway
But, I'm still slick wit it
Fuck a critic they ain't live
It they ain't did it
Mama I'm on a lot of downers
I'm from CT we the outta towners
They the all black gowners
I get a pound for, three and then I drown her
And she loves me
So every chance I get I'm around her
That's mary jane bitches
Morphine in vein bitches
Still the same bitches they the lame bitches
Ima stay herе til my fucking lane switches

Get it? but it won't I'm so hippiе
And they leave I'm so trippy
Unsure about the life that it gives me
Call me piff smoke piffy
And I'm lifting, drifting
Think about the pain think about the gifting
They don't give it out too much
And they don't live it out too much cT, uh
Gosh it feel like my head is somewhere else