I'd rather be smoking weed Whenever we breathe Everytime you kiss me Don't say that you miss me Just come get me Don't know why just know I want to Don't know why just know I want you I'd rather be breaking things 'Cause we can't see

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

It's like I love this pain It's like I love this pain a little too much Love my heart all busted up Something 'bout her, we just don't work But I can't walk away She's no good for me I know that she's a wild flower She's got a restlessness A

Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to

Aye, nigga, what that work like? Aye, bitch, what that work like? You know me, I've been trappin' with it all night Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there all night 'Bout your money, you've been trappin' with it all night Bitches wanna take it

Smile like you mean it Oh no, oh no no no Save some face, you know you've only got one Change your ways while you're young Boy, one day you'll be a man Oh girl, he'll help you understand Looking back at sunsets on the East side We lost track of the time

The things I used to like, I don't like any more, I want a lot of other things I've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored I'm as restless as a willow in a

I know about popular You're only ever who you were It's not about who you are or your fancy car So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go My problem, I never was a model, I never was a scholar, You were singing, all the songs I don't know

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have Spring