Cyto. - Potholes lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, can I come pick up a nick real quick? Apparent the world won't, I'm sick of her sh** Litter the bic, ya, grabbing swishers for spliffs Rhyming too simple when I'm sober Move over, these dudes need to learn to move over And let a b**h break in like this sh**ty sofa Lungs loaded off of pot smoke Choking cause he doesn't like the last few lines that he wrote Yo, yo, the pack packing bowls Packed in the spot, the lot in the pothole So a kid know better than to blow O's and showboat But when the Sean on, the flows take control Woah, the flows took control Hopping on the goodies so I'm modern-day Pablo You know, though, this road is a war zone Spend time vibing with allies in foxholes [Hook] Yes, yes, yes, yes (for the hell of it) Smoking (for the hell of it) Packing (for the hell of it) Rolling (for the hell of it) Pa**ing (for the hell of it) Hanging (for the hell of it) Staying (for the hell of it) Spending time alive only for the f**in' hell of it [Verse 2] (Toddy L'kaim) [Hook]