"The Routine" lyrics
Biiitch
(Woah, woah, woah)
Bitch don't cool-guy me
I'm too high for that bullshit talk, I'ma walk, I'm gone
Shit, you need a new ID
I see it in your eyes like visine like I'm your motherfuckin' mom
When you around me, shit, you are not on
Everyone walk around like they the one
I don't wanna walk around unless I'm drunk
Is he the talk of the town or he just a punk?
Handsome, loafers, good wife
Banned from MoMA, good pipe
Can of soda, green tea Arizona
Hand me the doja, which type?
What it look like? I just want the good price
Tryna run 'em over man, Suge Knight
I just want some chocha, good night
Kiss from my chick, make sure the neighborhood right
Rugrat turned club rat
Old head wanna be a young cat
This the city that we live in
I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that
Time passed, time that you'll never find back
Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that (huh)
But really whatchu thinkin' man
Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at
Seems everyday a little new scene
I don't wanna hear about all that art that you seen
I was fucking up in MoMA, kicked up out the museum
That's some real art shit, really just my routine
They kicked me off, ain't accepting my shit
20 years, time to have a retrospective on him, on the kid
Come on man, sex is not a sin
So New York I be sexin' naked, just Timbs (woah, woah, woah)
Everybody knows I'm a nut, I just go with my gut
Man what's holding 'em up?
Just go roll you a blunt, can't cope with the fuck shit
Shit, whole O in the dutch
Rugrat turned club rat
Old head wanna be a young cat
This the city that we live in
I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that
Time passed, time that you'll never find back
Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that
But really whatchu thinkin' man
Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at
(Woah, woah, woah)
Bitch don't cool-guy me
I'm too high for that bullshit talk, I'ma walk, I'm gone
Shit, you need a new ID
I see it in your eyes like visine like I'm your motherfuckin' mom
When you around me, shit, you are not on
Everyone walk around like they the one
I don't wanna walk around unless I'm drunk
Is he the talk of the town or he just a punk?
Handsome, loafers, good wife
Banned from MoMA, good pipe
Can of soda, green tea Arizona
Hand me the doja, which type?
What it look like? I just want the good price
Tryna run 'em over man, Suge Knight
I just want some chocha, good night
Kiss from my chick, make sure the neighborhood right
Rugrat turned club rat
Old head wanna be a young cat
This the city that we live in
I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that
Time passed, time that you'll never find back
Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that (huh)
But really whatchu thinkin' man
Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at
Seems everyday a little new scene
I don't wanna hear about all that art that you seen
I was fucking up in MoMA, kicked up out the museum
That's some real art shit, really just my routine
They kicked me off, ain't accepting my shit
20 years, time to have a retrospective on him, on the kid
Come on man, sex is not a sin
So New York I be sexin' naked, just Timbs (woah, woah, woah)
Everybody knows I'm a nut, I just go with my gut
Man what's holding 'em up?
Just go roll you a blunt, can't cope with the fuck shit
Shit, whole O in the dutch
Rugrat turned club rat
Old head wanna be a young cat
This the city that we live in
I just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that's finna run that
Time passed, time that you'll never find back
Trust that, settle for the fun past, fuck that
But really whatchu thinkin' man
Cause everything centered where the drinking and the drugs at
