Song: Questions
Artist:  Travon
Year: 2012
Viewed: 26 - Published at: 3 years ago

[Intro: Travon]

I ask myself these questions, None’s left what do I do?
But all I have is blessings, There’s none to lose
Is life a bitch that I should keep making my love too?
I ask myself these questions what do I do, I try

[Verse 1: Travon]

You know I try everyday
But times is hard man, That’s why I’m high everyday
Nigga went to cloud 9 in a Chevrolet
I picked a couple bitches up, Take them to the better days
No class back in the same sweater days
But I’m high and I don’t even see the weather change
Way too fly, I need another plane
Extendo the whipo so I'mma need another lane
Yeah lapping these niggas, I’m in another game
Slicker than ship bruh and I ain’t got no butter stains
My mind’s been lost and I don’t need no other brain
Told Amnesia it’s good, Don’t need no other pains
And ok, And we packed in that hoopty
And I’m on so I'mma call a couple groupies
You mad and you don’t want to come aight nigga touché
You want to start the kickin and pushing, Lupe
Fiasco, tell these niggas eat a taco
Everybody wanna take cheese but it’s nacho’s
While everybody wanna put they keys in a Gato
All I really want is that meat and a pot loaf
I dream about smoking weed and hitting lotto
Niggas wanna beef over chicken we making pot roast
You know I put that M over B cause it’s the motto
And so everybody can see it’s why I drive slow
But don’t want them boys to bleep, is Why I drive fast
Told the bitches neck and knees if she ain’t got ass
But anyway bruh I’m back to that cool shit
But I’m hot as fuck tucked here with this full clip
Tryna put an ending to the starting of some bullshit
But oh wait bullshit’s ended with a full clip
They never recognized a kid it’s all cool tho
Now they recognize the best and send a nigga kudos
It’s too late done wrote rip on every niggas tomb stone
And like your bitch you need to suck it up bruh and move on
I’m back at the scene like I left my cell phone
Surrounded by lil skinny bitches with big tailbones
Bald but the weave hanging past the elbows
You can’t ride the bike bitch then don’t touch the peddles
I rock to the neck no one for me to tell on
Not hot heat close like it’s weld on
Sendin nigga’s slugs and snails till the shells gone
It’s too late for the bandwagon shoulda held on

( Travon )
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