Litt 15 (Explicit) Lyrics
Litt 15 - Wiki/Your Old Droog
Written by：Patrick Morales/Earl Teklife Smith/Maksim Lemberskiy
Go out on my roof
Take in the sunshine my lungs lined
With smoke and the rum rides
Passed it to my tummy thought it got me free
But it got me confined
I can't see
Son's mind like a bum knee
Mine's number one he
Left you tongue tied
One time
Go out on my roof
Go out on my roof
I just go out on my roof
Go out on my roof
Take in the sunshine my lungs lined
With smoke and the rum rides
Passed it to my tummy thought it got me free
But it got me confined
I can't see
Son's mind like a bum knee
Mine's number one he
Left you tongue tied
One time
I sit around sip brew say that I'm busy
Pissing off the kids that live with me
I live in a town well I'd say it's a city
That's got everything to give to me
I do get down pray say that I'm silly
I don't want the b******t to get to me
I don't want the b******t to get to me
Told me this was improbable
Given two options either job or school
Said hold up kept making these cold cuts
Ain't wanna be like that fool Abdul
Rather live like the mobsters with the gabagool
About to start a horn section on the low
Got sopranos I ain't talking about the show
And baritone sax sipping cognacs
I see 4 mill in the future off a these tracks we got the ammo
Thought I was dying like let my Cameron go
Came out with a fire flow and a slamming show
Letting this hammer blow still write rhymes like
They gone get heard by Sean P and Yambol
Bro I could be on the other side of the globe
Close my eyes for a second and I'm in the store
On the final leg in Ireland bout to finish tour
Breaking world records like the Guinness pour
This was meant for old droog the resident mentor
Went from hanging in stores to doing instore
Performing outsider music in indoor stadiums
Is this the end or will I endure
Young Simba practicing his roar
Young contender catching an applause
But I'm dolo on my roof
It's just the train passing that's all
What I liked to get gassed when I'm bored
Imagine being wrapped in valor
Feel like this sh*t has happened before
I'm seeing things
I'm high putting meanings to things that don't mean a thing
I see four empty 40's on my floor I need more
Fiend for roaches when the w**d's all hocus pocus
I see y'all smoked noticed
So its
Off to the store
I see gill there
He work there junior just chill there
His whole life he still there
Nelson's saucy
In the corner brew in his coffee
Mutters to himself about some quandary
He got himself in
But no one really understands him
Wondering when
That'll be me with that wandering grin
Deli just wandering in
Go out on my
Go out on my
Go out on my roof
Take in the sunshine my lungs lined
With smoke and the rum rides
Past it to my tummy thought it got me free
But it got me confined
I can't see
Son's mind like a bum knee
Mine's number one he
Left you tongue tied
One time