How Much Is Weed?

Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends I woulda done it
Don't look down, don't look down

Friends and family took the eyelid to Miami
Got caught up and now my baby's got no daddy, can you sell me something?
I can't do all of this shouting on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balance and this emptiness
By long way down she met the hole I dug myself (shout, shout, shout)
I can't keep control of myself sometimes I just don't know my (fuck this shit)
My bitch she bad, dog
It's all in my head mama told me
Don't be shy, she no saint
Let's get this (watch how fast I) switch this
Run up the gears?
Shout out the boys, ain't coming outside when I'm outside doing my dance
Hitting my jug, and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug
Remember when I couldn't m's, then I made m's and this shit made sense, I been looking through the

Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends I woulda done it
Don't look down, don't look down

Friends and family never cared about the grammys
Till I grew up out the hand me downs and bought family house
If I've been looking through the photo album
You remember all the good old days?
[?]
And mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help, she went to jail
And shit went left, and I was left I did my best
I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested
Bitch you know how hard I was stressing
Please don't call me with weekend plans
I ripping out all my hair
And bitch I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to (jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
(I like to jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
Jug, and jug, and jug and jug and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug

Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends I woulda done it
Don't look down, don't look down