“Dreams And Nightmares”
“If these bullets was paint balls/I could f*ck around and I could paint a house/You could tell I pimpin’ the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out/I bring wine to Amy house we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these p*ssy n****s that ain’t about what Wayne about”
Smells like the business went sour.
