Forrest Gumpshun - January Russell

This pandemic got me out of a pinch
I was down in county now somehow I’m out of that bitch
I got arrested when I went to go and pick up my kid
And then I caught a small domestic but I'm not gonna trip
Free Frank until the day that he escapes from the pin
And the feds can eat a Penis
We ain’t making amends
Think My sister tried to frame me cause she hates how I live
But she just angry that she’s way too overweight to be thick
My childs mother ain’t shit
And if I had a lisp
I would make sure she remembers she can
Suck on a dick
And that I hear she out here smelling like she smuggling fish
I wish she’d disappear more than she wish had tits
Ima take a fucking mile when I’m offered an inch
Ima fake my fucking smile Cause I’m awfully pissed
Try and take my fucking child
I can promise you this
This bout to be the last thing that you wish you ever had did
Ain’t got nothing to say
Except that you better get with it
Or better to get the fuck out of the way
Ain’t got a minute to waste
I got the gas and the leaf wraps
I need a match and a rake
Lungs filled full of octane
Should have put that in the tank
Bouta crash
Need a weed nap
I think I need me a break
I hope that bulk of the bullshit is over
Don’t know how much more I can take
It’s tough when the drugs are a part of your image
And all that you’re able to draw is blank
I’m grateful for Joey and Poe and for boogie
And you know my uncle is shanks
Ain’t got nothing to say
Except that you better get with it
Or better to get the fuck out of the way
Ain’t got a minute to waste
I got the gas and the leaf wraps
I need a match and a rake
Lungs filled full of octane
Should have put that in the tank
I was at metro with Jimi in bookin
They wanna send him to prison
All for some shit that he ain’t even doin
But that’s how fuck you get stuck in the system
If I ever see anyone of them hoes imma shoot ‘em
Or really just run up and hit em
How do you rob and then try and blow off someone’s noodle
To go tell the police their business
All that it took was a phone call to Nico
He fronted me money to get back my kid
My lawyer expensive
But I swear to god that when I’m in a pickle that dude is the Shit
As Much as I wish that he wasn’t
There’s quite a bit more of my money that he’s gonna get
Just like I said when all this shit began
The pandemic is what got me out of a pinch
Ain’t got nothing to say
Except that you better get with it
Or better to get the fuck out of the way
Ain’t got a minute to waste
I got the gas and the leaf wraps
I need a match and a rake
Lungs filled full of octane
Should have put that in the tank
Ain’t got nothing to say
Except that you better get with it
Or better to get the fuck out of the way
Ain’t got a minute to waste
I got the gas and the leaf wraps
I need a match and a rake
Lungs filled full of octane
Should have put that in the tank

Written by:
Russell Sadler

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