I…I…I’ma need counseling
I lost my new sack of sticky and I can’t fuck’in find it
I’m usually so well adjusted
But now I’m straight-up disgusted
Supa Nate, I’m not do’in so great
Sativa’s call’in out my name but I can’t navigate
She’s lost and she’s cold
And I…I…I don’t know where my girl could be
But…but I’ma keep a cigarillo with me, in case I find her see
She’s lost and she’s cold
And I don’t know where she might be
Sativa keep call’in out to me
And I’ma bring you…I’ma bring you back to me
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