WOPTamii318, Wwelloff! - Blue Cheese Lyrics

Momma trying ain't enough?
Momma trying ain't enough?
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Momma trying ain't enough?
Ayee, ayee
Momma trying ain't enough, I'm just trying to get Spiritual Healing
Locked down so long inside the basement
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Constantly rolling the potent; At times, I run from all my feelings
Still put a smile on, Lil Token, while succumbing to what you're dealing
Lately been going through all these mood swings
Don't test your luck and make us the reason you on them news screens
Put my life inside this ink pen; Still nobody knew me
But I been focused all on my greens, someone pass the Blue Cheese
Memories in July still reside inside my cranium
Really ain't with that hoop-la that fuck shit niggas brangin' in
Stepping out where my anger is entanglement
Thoughts that I'm relaying I ain't gon' save you have her caving in
Yea, finna get me some
I can see the future looking in her eyes bitch you trapped in the sun
Yea what ya' want, yea yea what ya want
I ain't saying it could work like that
'Cause you gotta put in work to stand with us, oh
Only came for the groupies
Gang just stepped inside now it's a X rated movie
They like damn how you do that
Damn how you do that
They like damn how you do that
Damn how you do that, no
Gang just stepped inside the venue, packed out with groupies
Turned the scene into a X rated movie; These bitches picking and choosing
My mind maintains pertained to the music
And all the countless, overflowing bags that I've been pursuing
The road I chose to take, I had to pave my way though it
Wasn't no handouts or guidelines; I guess I'm painting the blueprint
Once took a stroll through a garden and found myself looking clueless
But I wander off thee juice and these percs; Just hope these shoes fit
Momma trying ain't enough, I'm just trying to get Spiritual Healing
Locked down so long inside the basement
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Constantly rolling the potent; At times, I run from all my feelings
Still put a smile on, Lil Token, while succumbing to what you're dealing
Lately been going through all these mood swings
Don't test your luck and make us the reason you on them news screens
Put my life inside this ink pen; Still nobody knew me
But I been focused all on my greens, someone pass the Blue Cheese

Momma trying ain't enough?
Momma trying ain't enough?
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Momma trying ain't enough?
Ayee, ayee
Momma trying ain't enough, I'm just trying to get Spiritual Healing
Locked down so long inside the basement
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Constantly rolling the potent; At times, I run from all my feelings
Still put a smile on, Lil Token, while succumbing to what you're dealing
Lately been going through all these mood swings
Don't test your luck and make us the reason you on them news screens
Put my life inside this ink pen; Still nobody knew me
But I been focused all on my greens, someone pass the Blue Cheese
Memories in July still reside inside my cranium
Really ain't with that hoop-la that fuck shit niggas brangin' in
Stepping out where my anger is entanglement
Thoughts that I'm relaying I ain't gon' save you have her caving in
Yea, finna get me some
I can see the future looking in her eyes bitch you trapped in the sun
Yea what ya' want, yea yea what ya want
I ain't saying it could work like that
'Cause you gotta put in work to stand with us, oh
Only came for the groupies
Gang just stepped inside now it's a X rated movie
They like damn how you do that
Damn how you do that
They like damn how you do that
Damn how you do that, no
Gang just stepped inside the venue, packed out with groupies
Turned the scene into a X rated movie; These bitches picking and choosing
My mind maintains pertained to the music
And all the countless, overflowing bags that I've been pursuing
The road I chose to take, I had to pave my way though it
Wasn't no handouts or guidelines; I guess I'm painting the blueprint
Once took a stroll through a garden and found myself looking clueless
But I wander off thee juice and these percs; Just hope these shoes fit
Momma trying ain't enough, I'm just trying to get Spiritual Healing
Locked down so long inside the basement
Trying to find my way through the ceiling
Constantly rolling the potent; At times, I run from all my feelings
Still put a smile on, Lil Token, while succumbing to what you're dealing
Lately been going through all these mood swings
Don't test your luck and make us the reason you on them news screens
Put my life inside this ink pen; Still nobody knew me
But I been focused all on my greens, someone pass the Blue Cheese