Esoteric Creations - Too Young to Drive

Count it up
I been at work for bout three or four days
And I'm over it I mean it I had enough
These bills gettin steeper
My pockets is wheezin
The reason I been at it
What the fuck
Count it up
Add a degree and a view and a mortgage
And taxes a vehicle pleasing you therapy healing too
Plus I got things that I wanna do
Broke as fuck
Count it up count it up
Thought that my money'd be stacking up
But all this shit man its addin up
Selling my time just to make a buck
Count it
Count it
Count it up
Count it count it up count it
Bitch im smokin gas livin fast
Dolla on my dash
Smoke Smokin gas livin fast - dollar on my dollar
Bitch im smokin gas livin fast
Dolla on my dash
Smoke Smokin gas livin fast
Dollar on my dash
What it gon be when I step on the street
What it gon be when I hop on the beat
What it gon be if they lie through they teeth
What it gon be if I never go see
What it gon be
I'm so damn raw you cant stomache my piece
If I let go then what happens to homies who holding on me
I keep the key when they need to be freed
I'm stacking those dollars
And still on the bottom
I run on attack and i'm not even taller
You move out the city and still need yo momma
Get what you prayed for and still need the Father
Sad fact when the tape back don't hit
Been at where you cant catch no fish
Expected the showers but only got drip
I wish I never chose this shit bitch fuck
Bitch im smokin gas livin fast
Dolla on my dash
Smoke Smokin gas livin fast (dollar on my dollar)
Bitch im smokin gas livin fast
Dolla on my dash
Smoke Smokin gas livin fast
Dollar on my dash
Said im down for smokin chillin we dont gotta talk too much
Keep on rollin rollin rollin but we only burned two blunts
Smoke Smoke

Written by:
Blake Bonner, Angel Smith, Brent Bonner

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