Wiki - Living With My Moms (ft. Nasty Nigel)

Living With My Moms Lyrics

[Hook: Wiki]

Lemme tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Lemme tell you lemme tell you about living while we're gone
I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along
[x3]
Lemme tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Lemme tell you lemme tell you about living while we're gone

[Verse 1: Wiki]
I'm on the road I'm driving, I'm flying, hell I don't even know
It's wherever the label tell me to go
Whatever I'm able to get better each show
Yea I know it live it spitting get money that I blow
On bullshit that i don't need
It's weed it's lit [?]
Saying I'm better cause I ain't spend it on the blow
But if someone gonna show up to the show with the snow
It ain't even a question that it's going in my nose
I'm exposed losing every single show
Tryna get the youth in a soundtrack tell them to swoop
The bouncers ain't around yet they always do it
Don't get every word but they fluent they feel it they moving
Homie this is why I do it, oh, I'm on the road

[Hook 2: Wiki]
Lemme tell you lemme tell you about living while we're gone
In the van breaking up the budda in my palm
Lemme tell you about living with my moms
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Lemme tell you lemme tell you about living while we're gone
In the van breaking up the budda in my palm

[Verse 2: Nasty Nigel]
It's 3 am in the morning, mama creeping cause you sleeping
I know you smelling that potent mama chiefing on the weekend
I hope that smelling Hoboken mama hippies and they come
You know what they all be smoking, mama
That lettuce for devil mama, forever rejecting ganja
Hot in my pot in the backpack
I promise that smell is just kale
Not going to jail just going on tour with my napsack
Yo Wik where the drugs at?
[?]
That shit gotta last for a week while we out on the east if we running on E I ain't going back
Hitting the road while we hitting the trees
Burning the rubber while burning the weed
Turn down the music I can't find my keys
My mother is calling I'm running can't speak
I just call her in a week, you know shit'll be sweet
I'll say that my service is weak, whenever I'm high I land on my feet
She catch me I'm deaded, first generation to New York forget it
Boomerang slipper gets caught on my necklace and brings me [?] up over that terrace

[Verse 3: Wiki]
Dutch guts on my windowsill, sitting, let the wind rid it
Mom asking what it is you know bout blunts, yeah that's the feeling
Maintaining but super complaining saying he ain't feeling
[?]
From my fire escape try to escape
Trapped by the ceiling
I'm feeling thoughts spilling
Thinking when we was children
I'm feeling trapped I gotta break out, but conversations with my mom make me feel safe now
Stayed in last three days now
The only place out I've been is the cornerstore
94 years [?] now
Cause a 4-pack of dutches is costing 8 now
Wake up with an eighth now
[?]

[Hook 3: Wiki]
Lemme tell you about living with my mom
Still smoking blunts out of the window when she gone
Lemme tell you lemme tell you about living while we're gone
I'm ripping it and they spitting it right along
[x2]

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