Jonathan Taylor Thomas

(альбом: Paid Programming - 2013)

Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, riding in a hummer
See, bitches like Joe they see me they start to stutter
I'm sitting on butter. I'm smoking til the sun up
And then I roll another and let it burn like Usher
Jenny from the block looking bitch just stop
You thinkin that you hard but you just a fuckin bop
You'll never get respect, they'll never cut the check
Bitch, don't hold your breath less you wanna meet death
I got a new blade, I'm tryna break it in
I'm hoping that you come up with some shit so we can get it
See BONES let em' have it
I'm creepin through the alley
I hit the blunt once, and fly away like Lenny Kravitz
See, I ain't even rapping
See, flowin's just a habit
I hope you know what happens if you try to bring me static
I'm cutting off the lights, you running for your life
But really you just running til you run into my knife
Dark cold forest, precipitation pouring
See just because you die, doesn't mean that you're important
Nobody gon' miss ya, I promise give it time
The memory of you will slowly fade up in they mind
Your room gets changed, your clothes put away
There's nothing like you left it and it hurts to even breathe
The smile on your parents just to think it's their intentions
They're saying that you'll make it, but they know you'll never make it

I'm rolling fast, I'm smoking slow
I'm getting cash, I'm blowing smoke

I'm rolling fast, I'm smoking slow
I'm getting cash, I'm blowing smoke