Rolling Stone

Now you're thinking about it

Girl, you're thinking about it

What we got here, how we fucking got here

They recognize, they just recognize

I'm in a life without a home so this recognition's not enough

And I don't care about nobody else

'Cause I've been on these streets for too long, too long, too long

Baby, I've been on this too long

'Cause getting faded too long got me on this rolling stone

So I take another hit, kill another seratonin

With a hand full of beans and a chest full of weed

Got me singing 'bout a bitch while I'm blowing out my steam

Yeah, I know I got my issues

Why you think I fucking flow?

And I'ma keep on smoking till I can't hit another note

Ooh, but until then

I got you, ooh

Baby, I got you, ooh

Until you're used to my face and my mystery fades

I got you, ooh

So baby, love me, oh

Before they all love me

Until you won't love me, oh

Because they'll all love me, ooh

I'll be different, oh

I think I'll be different, ooh

I hope I'm not different, oh-ooh

And I hope you'll still listen

But until then

Baby, I got you, ooh

I got you

Girl, I still got you, oh-oh

And I got you

Ooh-oh