André DeSaint - ALD Rolling Papers lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah
This feels like, you know, when
The 993s just touched down, you know
Yeah, yeah it’s not really something I
Can explain it’s just
It’s just the way it feels you know?

I’m over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us
Like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers
I’m over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us
Like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers

Shorty sending messages like she
Forgot she dropped me
I own a couple mirrors girl
How could I not be cocky?
I won’t be letting up again cause
Look where stopping got me
You got yes men all around you
Them is not your posse
The chef gonna cook it in front
Of us but it’s not hibachi
I’ll turn a plate of mahi
Mahi into sloppy toppy
Don’t think I don’t see you
Trying I cannot be copied
My shirt says Aimé Leon, I don’t rock Versace
You niggas sounding real pocket watchy
Beware so many kicks I ain’t cleaned
A pair in three years
Drip or drown boy you looking
Like you need air she’s in my DMs telling me
She thinks I’m v rare
Yeah, I bet you heard it doesn’t stop
If you got a top 5 I
Know I earned a couple spots
I was murder from the drop
But I can turn it up a notch
Start my verses with a ‘fuck you’
I learned that from The Lox, yeah

I’m over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us
Like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers
I’m over-faded, I know they hate it
They keep looking at us
Like some nosy neighbors
Life too crazy for me to stay sober baby
Twisting up some ALD rolling papers