They be starin at the money like it's unfamiliar
You put the tea in the kettle and light it. Put your hand on the metal and feel it.. but do you even feel it anymore?
Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
I'll be over there, shawty I'll be over there. I'll be hitting all the spots that you aint even know was there.
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.
As for them pretty light-skinned models standin in the cold, ah yeah they with us.