Lyrics D6/9: Tha Room - Mona Evie Collective

Gram of that haze
Working that six till nine
I'm working my six-to-nine
I'm going off six till nine
The seal team 69
I'm working, get physical
Into this shit, diabolical
This breaks into particles
I'm working for Dominos
I'm working for Dominos

Gram of haze, for the lungs span
And I don't judge on appearances
If you make it work, we're cool then
I'm gaining papers, my sweet gourd
Grease some elbows just to get by
Be paper boys, doing drive-bys
Maybe flipping burgers at Five Guys
Hang tight for the long rides

I'm seeing the lights run through your eyes
A long time ago, I know you're waiting
Bet I'll make it work, and we'll make it work
Still we made it work
Baby I care, baby I swear
Baby I care, baby I swear
Baby I care, baby I swear
Baby I care, baby I swear (Now I'm)

Working on that night shift
Busy on that grind shit
Heavy on my mind shit
Cut the knot untied
See through all the pain you carried with
That we carried within, ah

Don't you know
You've been on my mind
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Don't you know
You've been on my mind
Oh no, oh no, oh no

Baby I swear, baby I care
Baby I swear, baby I care
Baby I swear, baby I care
Baby I swear, baby I care
Baby I swear, baby I care
Baby I swear, baby I care

It's heavy loads in my rucksacks
Speak in tongues, where the cash at?
Dogs in wells, "Where you been at?"
They gettin' mad, I got pages
And its payday, get a facelift
I'm a troubled boy with my teeth gap
Working hard so I don't like trips
To see where I'm at, man, just tap in
This shit is on script, I'm not rappin'
They send out the money in my luggages
These xenophobes got me all outraged (Yeah!)

Love when we're outside
The sun and the moon when they switch roles
Her love for my shit but I'm still broke
Man, I don't like credits, my shits fold
So money came into the bankroll

Roll, rolling trees in
Rolling trees in
Rolling big things
Suck my dick
Yeah, suck it up