Clyde Cyrus - wrong planet (feat. GRiMM Doza)

Let the weed blaze while the beats playing
You keep hating, the heat's spraying to leave you laying
6 feet deeper than statements that Mr. Jesus would make
10 toes down, I walk what I'm talking
Stephen Hawking with the flow, my foes are amyotrophic
Claim they got my back but they plot on how to say they got me back
Smacking Donald Trump with a guala stack
Trappin' in my scholar slacks
Still rock Versace off the dollar rack
Money on my mind, tryna get a fucking college cap
And usher in a job so that I can pop my collar back
Wonderfully designed every line you hear me rhyme
The kind that make you gotta hear the shit a second time
Rewind, I'm 19 in my prime, might I remind
That I'm unsigned, grinding until my family's fine
Muthhhaafuckaa, once was paid in cess now I'm blunted off the hundreds
Stuffing duckets in my trousers by the dozens
With your lover in the shower Ima fuck her, nah I'm fucking with you, cousin
I blaze pot like an oven, stay chopped like an onion
Music got me buzzin', now a nigga getting money off of nothing


I'm Snoop Dizzle with two pistols, I shoot and hit you
Then I move quicker than dudes who knew jujitsu
It's too simple, I'm complex as cobwebs
With 2 widows giving me hot sex
But they was fucking me while their husbands were not dead
A lil bit twisted in the head & I've got dreads
Clinical pot head, half an ounce of loud in my arm rest
Pigs pull me over, the smell is making my palms sweat
Anytime that I announce a project
You muthafuckas label it a bomb threat
In other words, C-Squared's blowing up like C4
Exploding everyone in the vicinity, ya mom's next

Written by:
Clyde Cyrus

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