CuzzoKam - Return Lyrics

Nah nah nah nah

Yeah

Baby I won't return
Smoking gas until my throat burn
All I need is her love no weird turn
Since I got locked up
Bronem said I'll learn
Kinda hard to know he's in a urn
To me it kinda concerns
All these blue hunnids
We gonna earn
My paps being stern
Told me to go get sum gas
And to never come back
So imma do that
So I ain't came back in a minute
His phone I won't hit it
Stackin all this blue, comas makin my digit
I wont ever pay for a ticket
Got too much on my mind
Been like that, it's too explicit
Yeah
Life gets too explicit
My lifestyle is too explicit
Anyways I just rolled me another blunt
Now my brutha said meet em in the front
So I met him at his crib
He took his glock nine off of his hip
Told me to stop making trouble
So he really pushed me to my limits
So he turned tha gun to himself
And now I'm speakin to his spirit
Yeah
Now I'm speakin to his spirit

Yuh

I won't return
Smoking gas until my throat burn
All I need is her love no weird turn
Since I got locked up
Bronem said I'll learn
Kinda hard to know he's in a urn
To me it kinda concerns
All these blue hunnids
We gonna earn
My paps being stern
Told me to go get sum gas
And never to come back
So imma do that
So I ain't came back in a minute
His phone I won't hit it
Stackin all this blue, comas makin my digit
I wont ever pay for a ticket
Got too much on my mind
Been like that, it's too explicit
My lifestyle is too explicit, yeah

Yah yah

Yuh

Baby I won't return
Smoking gas until my throat burn
All I need is her love no weird turn
Since I got locked up
Bronem said I'll learn
Kinda hard to know he's in a urn
To me it kinda concerns
All these blue hunnids
We gonna earn
My paps being stern
Told me to go get sum gas
And to never come back
So imma do that
So I ain't came back in a minute
His phone I won't hit it
Stackin all this blue, comas makin my digit
I wont ever pay for a ticket
Got too much on my mind
Been like that, it's too explicit
Yeah
Life gets too explicit
My lifestyle is too explicit
Anyways I just rolled me another blunt
Now my brutha said meet em in the front
So I met him at his crib
He took his glock nine off of his hip
Told me to stop making trouble
So he really pushed me to my limits
So he turned tha gun to himself
And now I'm speakin to his spirit
Yeah
Now I'm speakin to his spirit
Yuh