Cayman Cline - Memos lyrics

[Verse 1: Cayman Cline] I'm high as I've ever been Higher than Heaven sits Roll up my weed and think about my exes and jealousness How to stay current and relevant This be my story I'm selling it I am the author, the writer, the typer, the proctor And all of which credited Said it and said it again I'm set so they checking us in It's a sin and I've been sinning since Man please don't check my stride My moves got me global I ain't even seen you step outside Measure grind Do the math, equated See I struck and stretched on time Been the freshest out f** a crest on shine Dog, I'm blessed on Cline [Dialogue Samples] But yeah, know I appreciate the uh, the advice Well I don't know a lot Well I don't know there's a lot of gray You just Life is gonna bring you things that, good and bad and It already has and You're.. Just don't worry about it Just be feel like, be your blessed And uh Be very, very, very blessed [Verse 2: Cayman Cline] Went home for the holidays Seen my fam that sh** changed me in a lot of ways Smoking inside the press box and got head from some hoe In the end I was not amazed f** it I'm on, though Bro picked me up in a Benz I was riding to 7/11 for cigs at 11 PM Took the time to say "What's up?" to one of my exes And scat the f** out, no offenses, just hate her friends I'm in a Uber Riding like 79, I'm too exact Still got me plenty of time Texting my main in Cali counting when I get back Caught the doobie and sat Played the new sh** from my homies And all my homies like, "What's that?" That new dude cookin' up That he be lookin' up And now all them labels go and chat Man you funny I'm corny, you crummy That heat made me sick to my tummy You f**boys are dummies Now look at who's running f** Presidential Elections I'm what they cheer in student sections I'm no bu*ton watch who you're pressin' I get paid to walk inside your session TBT to when I was peasant, that sh**'s f**ing ages Man that sh**'s f**ing ages Damn