Caskey

Caskey - Down And Out lyrics

rate me

I’mma call it

The Avengers

Wonderland with 100 grams that came from dollars

Blowing stars, backseat of my car

I ain’t worried about today, I ain’t worried about tomorrow

Then I swim, don’t stop

I’mma call it

Wonderland with 100 grams that came from dollars

Blowing stars, backseat of my car

I ain’t worried about today, I ain’t worried about tomorrow

Then I swim, don’t stop

Bang, riders brought their Henney, tripping high

I was gonna say this all, oh, fuck it, I ain’t worried about it

I got two airways with Codeine

My girl just told me “that ain’t healthy for you”

I told her “blow me”, she accept it

I’m balling, do my time young and reckless

My bling game been perfected

Man, I got one name, it’s respected

Other rappers see that ain’t my problem

I reject them like a foster child

Funny how six months ago they was talking down and now

They call me for a feature, well I might call up Wiz Khalifa

To ask him what’s with the local reefer and I ain’t stunting, homie

Blow the circles that I’m falling in but I can’t call you “kin”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out

Everybody wanna be fame when you got a lil’ money going

Cop you bands, see you running round town making up them Ms

That will make you phony but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out, down and out

They try to pull me underwater and all their voices down and out

That will make you phony but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out

Bang, roll the weed up, first time rocking Louis Vuitton sneakers

I got my feet up and I done read up on some …

I keep this shit so consistent they just say I’m different

It done gone me drifting in the space and time

’89, man, I was in blazing pod but in ’92 I hopped out the womb and got me doomed

And all of these fuckers remind me of you

Can’t never trust ‘em, smell a pig from a mile away

Man in the action, drag and bust him

Rolling through my city, row tussling, hustling

They think it’s subscription and I think they some busters who ain’t tipping

And I ain’t giving not no free game, some folk they care what car you in

But I can’t call you “kin” if I can’t call you when I’m down and out

Everybody wanna be on the team when they heard about the cream

And you on the scene and you gotta make all your dreams come true

That will make you phony but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out, down and out

They try to pull me underwater and all their voices down and out

That will make you phony but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out

Everybody wanna say something, everybody got a motive

Everybody got a reason, best to leave it and not to decode it

‘Cause I, well, I always misinterpret shit

I used to take every old girlfriend just to be some worthless bitch

But who am I to judge ‘em? I just let ‘em be

I’m just rolling around in these bucket seats and reminiscing, pumping tree

Tell ‘em “don’t fuck with me”, could have my secretary call you in

But I can’t call you “kin” if I can’t call you when I’m down and out

Everybody thinking I’m gravy just because I got a contract with baby

They don’t even know how crazy my life been lately

That will make me lonely, but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out, down and out

They try to pull me underwater and all their voices down and out

That will make you phony but I can’t call you “homie”

If I can’t call you when I’m down and out

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