I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

And I get caught up In the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't wanna beg I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

But everyone you know, is tryna smooth it over, Find a way to make the hurt go away, I'm never gonna watch you checkin' out of this place I'm not gonna lose you 'Cause the passion and the pain Are gonna keep you alive someday Everyone you know, is tryna

It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

We The Best Music Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me Unless the said party is a rare breed The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me At this point now, rap is only therapy President Push, I'm more Eric B I ain't no joke, check out my melody