Quiet Storm Interlude

This that shit you fuck a bitch to

This that shit you ride around to

Me, this that shit you roll a blunt to

(Maybe not smoke a blunt)

Stash it, you sip your hen to

(Get right in your mental

(And I don’t drink black coffee)

Truth be told, some of these rhymes I spit

Only cause it took my whole life to write ‘em

Took my whole life to write ‘em

Write em write em write em write em write em write

Yeah, uh