Lyrics Three - Chill Bump

I... recall being young and depressed.
I... would get beat up in recess
I... started rap when I was a weak mess
I would rhyme to evacuate unreleased stress.
I... got good, left Mama's sweet nest
We... then toured, got money, we blessed.
Now... my broad got double D breasts.
We in the club poppin all the bubbly left.
Now - We got passport stamps and visas.
Now - When we land we got fans to greet us.
We just hang with mean ass bands and divas,
Smoke grams of weed up til we have amnesias.
Now - we get tanned on sandy beaches
Now - eat grand and fancy cheeses.
Relax in suites that are damn prestigious.
Too late bitch, you cannot have this penis...
Stupid...
You could have blown me but you blew it.
Stupid...
You could have blown me but you blew it.
You... used to set true barriers.
You... Acted like our superiors
You... never took us too serious.
I... could really feel a fool's weariness.
We... shine and tour now you cheer for us.
You... even buy a few beers for us
What? We meant to be friends? Well, you clearly just
Fools... hypocrites and true idiots.
Yeah bitch, you now adore me,
But when I was a child you'd doubt me shorty.
You ignored me when I was wild and horny
When all I could share was an ounce and forty.
Well fuck y'all sevens, I'm out of your league.
I'm with seven tens now in crowded Orgies.
Getting blown when stoned on tylenol 3.
Living life to the limit. These rounds are on me!
Stupid...
You could have blown me but you blew it.
Stupid...
You could have blown me but you blew it.
Scratch