Sense lyrics

(Verse 1: Woodlake)
[Yah!]
Lit a spliff, then f*cked back in tha whip
After that we ain't spoken since
But its fine cause I didn't wanna know tha b*tch
But that could be a symptom of my loneliness
I admit I ain't been on my best
I been smokin' hella kush, got alot a' stress
Dada dada hada hada I'm a f*ckin mess
I been makin hundreds, I ain't even makin' sense [cents]
[Yah!]

(Verse 2: Aidan)
A, B, C, D, E, F, I'm a G
Look at me, look at me
Trottin' down tha street
Come with me, come with me
Fly to Hawai'i
Pop a pill, pop a pill, Vitamin D
She say I got sensuality
I say, I say, get on your knees
She say 'my time froze like hockey.'
I say, I say, suck my-
[Whoa]

(Verse 3: Dane)
Yeah, I said suck my D
Yeah b*tch, get down on your knees
Two racks for a P, ten dollars for a G
Come shop with me
Gold on me and I'm stuntin'
OG Kush is what I'm puffin'
Broke boys, don't trust 'em
[f*ck 'em!]
(Verse 4: Zach)
f*ck em all, Imma bust 'em; 30 on my hip, and I'm stuntin'
Aye, got your b*tch in my whip, and we bluntin'
And when we get to tha crib, you know I'm f*ckin
Shots comin' at me and I'm duckin'
And if twelve pulls off you know I'm runnin'
Yeah, do tha 40 yard dash
Yeah, my name is Zach, and I got that street cash

(Verse 5: Woodlake)
Life is pretty sweet, but I won't catch a cavity
Only thing to hold me down if muf*ckin' gravity
I'm fluent in this rap sh*t, just like math, see;
I be in tha party tryna f*ck like a rabbit be

(Outro: [Polo])
[That's some good OG Kush,]
[She gimme that,]
[Got that sick weed,]
[Get you so high, make a n*gga cry.]
[Feel like I'm on cloud nine,]
[and your b*tch is fine, got a n*gga spyin'.]