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tobi lou - Uncle Iroh

[Intro]
Yes

[Chorus]
And we smoke so much that we can’t get high (High)
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Hot damn, I’m the man cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sewed my eyes closed like a blind fold
Ice cold, green tea, whoa, Uncle Iroh

[Verse 1]
I went stupid on a wrist
I look candid in my pics
Who that talkin’ all that shit?
I want him to meet my fist
We don’t play that little bitch (Bitch)
You sorbet like counterfeit
I’m just gettin’ off this fit
Tobi gettin’ kinda thick
They don’t know me, they not hip
They could blow me, suck a dick (Dick)
They don’t know that I won’t quit
They don’t know I’m too legit
And my phone on two perce—
I think me and you should dip
I wish you could take a hint
You’re the one I wanna miss
[Verse 2]
I-I-I- I went stupid on the wrist (Yeah)
I went ugly on the rack (The rack, Yes)
Yeah I pulled up in the front (Fresh)
Sitting pretty in the back (I’m seated)
Who that bangin in the whip? (That’s me)
Your bestfriend said, “what is that?” (That’s me)
Now she sangin’ all my shit (My shit)
My shit different when it hit (Slide)
Now who still think they shit don’t stank?
Ain’t nobody ask you what you think
Two white cups and I got that drank
It could be purple, it could be pink
I’m just a big ass kid
I had a dream and I took that risk
Man y’all really can’t tell me shit (Shit)
When I pull up they say, “it’s that bish”

[Bridge]
It’s that nigga, young six figure
I won like seven, that shit hit different
I’m high as heaven, I just went missing
I need two seconds, the room keep spinnin’

[Chorus]
And we smoke so much that we can’t get high (Like a dream)
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Gotdamn, I’m the man cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sewed my eyes closed like a blind fold
Ice cold, green tea, whoa, Uncle Iroh
[Verse 3]
Do she really love me?
How should I know?
She threw it back like a quarterback spiral
I caught it clean, sideline, like a tight rope (Tight rope)
I wanna see how you look with my eyes closed (How you look, yeah)
I save money like I just switched to Geico
This not Off-White, bitch it’s albino
I’m so blessed, bitch I look like a Bible
I’m so stressed, you would think I had finals

[Outro]
And we smoke so much that we can’t get high (High)
We cried five times but we had a good time (Time)
I-I-
Smoke smoke smoke

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