paroles de chanson Stickyola - Kenneth Cash

Trippin' off the odor
My señora, getting colder
Hold up, stickyola
Gotta roll up
Whole blunt I stuff it full, hope it don't fall over
Oh na na na na show, baby gotta show her new persona
She's a dancer, she's the answer
I don't know the reason why I never take my chances
Never been the type to always think about romantics
No oh no

Baby I think I'm onna this side
I gotta really think about it gotta decide
I'm posted up and with my gang don't come on dis side
I'm really zoned off icky sticky ain't been dis high

You stay fresh on my mind
You stay there all the time
Making your way to the part of my brain where I imagine that you're all mine
You're all mine

Don't try to leave, focus on yourself
I can't give it up to no one else
Don't come and go, focus on ya soul
You keep having visions of yourself

I don't wanna keep on blocking all my prayers
I don't wanna see my friends turn into strangers
You've been thinking bout me girl (Hoo hoo)
You've been thing bout me girl

Am I lifted you got me in a trance
Am I twisted for giving you a chance
It's time to leave when the feelings don't enhance
It's time to light it when nobody understands

Stay in your seat lil mama wassup
Yeah I got the heat on my momma what's good
Love ain't the answer to a troubled nigga like me
But you know I love when you running through my psyche
You're like me