Toke God - Way Back Freestyle

I hate love, sometimes I swear I do All this lovey-dovey, mushy shit, yeah, bae, I miss you too
You keep sayin' I'm so lame, cause I been chillin', what's the move
Homie just turned 22, I just copped a zip of shroom
I'm about to trip a little bit and take another sip
Jose in my system, but she tastes this rosè on my lips
She fuck with my vibrations, so I kiss the clit
Yellow bone baddie with the Haitian hips
She told me to slow it down, switchin' up the pace a bit
Problems hit the gym, we treat em' like a wood and face the shit
If you so worried bout these other broads, then date the bitch
I don't ever make time for hatin' shit, I'd rather get this cake and dip
Please don't be complacent, miss, if you gon' hit my line
Trippin', I would rather take my shit
I ain't got time for it, like this Rollie stuck on six
Shorty tried to run game, I had to flip it like some Bisquick
And I just found my niche, miss, I'm a misfit
And this distance, been feelin' like all this liquor
I be mixin', shit, I just want a chick to be real with me
But you always say I'm too much to deal with
So now I guess it's back to the bag
I gotta double up production for the time that we had
When we argue, I ain't shit, at least I ain't like my dad
I'd rather get it for the fam and make sure that I'm there
And I'm sick of this shit
You keep on talkin' like you listen, Nah you missin' some shit
Toke can break it down for you, can you roll with the hits
I'm tryna understand your mind, not just give you some bliss
Let a youngin' break your walls, like I'm callin' the blitz
Pittsburgh, what I'm reppin', and I know they all for the shits
I then lost too many close, and now I'm losin' my head
But I kept it all together, cause my kids need a dad
Sometimes I kept it all together, cause the dreams that we shared
Shit, fuck it, you won't get me and my feelings again
I'm sippin' gin, tryna find a way to make it and win
I'm standin' ten, on the grind, cause I've been lost in these sins
I mean, if shorty hit my line, I'ma get lost in this ten
Nice thighs, but it seem her mind is lost in the wind
Smoke in the air, it's a language we can both comprehend
Plans to take over the world, I call her Invader Zim
I mean, she take over my mind, she's somethin' I can't resist
I got addicted to the way that she fill up in my grips
Heart she playin' like a cello, Yo Yo Ma quit the shit

Written by:
Reginald Jackson Sr.

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