Marty Baller

Marty Baller - Things We Go Through lyrics

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Feat.Mike Posner

Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar

And I can feel the blunt

Every time I breathe it’s like I’m taking a puff

Roll windows up when I smoke and drive

Black car, 3 percent tank

And on the end we blow the end on me

And I’mma let it hit ‘til I get amnesia

It’s crazy the haze got me hazy

I’m lazy

Tell Ben it’s about he’s married and clear

What?

I’m so out of her

You can say a nigga’s facing

Pocket full of papers so yeah I’m full of papers

About to inhale like I'm finnin to see Satan

About to exhale like I'm finnin to see my savior

So get the leaves and trees like it's autumn

Have them windows all rolled up rolled them and told them man

Roll up the windows when you get into the car

And I’mma lie up

Hit the gas station

Go and buy a cigar

And feel the blunt

Every time I breathe it’s like I’m taking a puff

Roll windows up when I smoke and drive

Passed the line

My eyes are closed

I’m flying and levitating

More money and wishes that you can ever make

I’m in love with the haze

And it ain’t nothing there

You’re all I need

My best songs of Mary Jane

I’m reasonable whenever I want to quit you

I thought you knew, knew

Roll up the windows when you get into the car

And I’mma lie up

Hit the gas station

Go and buy a cigar

And feel the blunt

Every time I breathe it’s like I’m taking a puff

Roll windows up when I smoke and drive

Smokin’, smokin’, smokin’

Drivin’, drivin’, drivin’

Drivin’, drivin’

Marty Baller - Thing We Go Through

This is the real as it gets when I spit

My niggaz are down from the ghetto

Held me down with police

I’m ready to doubt but not with the _____

I’m ready to smack up the stash and get rich

But now we’re jumping that whip

Go get the suckers that are talking that shit

Let me go pop that shit

Give me a zen

These are the things that we through

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

These are the things that we through

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

Now that I'm rappin they all wanna hate

Wanna debate, can I relate?

Is he a hypeman or is he a fake?

He gettin' chicken and he eatin' steak

Saving up all of the bread that he make

Used to be scraping that work off a plate

And make me a cake with the blood that I make

You do not see what I do out of states

The flower is grey

She threw the hoes in my sleep

I got to go bitch like I’m on a running

Them bottles and bottles

The liquor is done

Whatever you do just get out of my bed

No nigga don’t doubt it

She getting in her place

These are the things that we through

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

These are the things that we through

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

We don’t go through this no more

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