Welcome to Rhode Island
[Intro]
Whew
My zone
It's finna happen
Finna turn up on these niggas like they ain't ready
[Verse 1]
Let me take you to a place where haters get no sleep in the night time
You want one a day dream a me
Either, the fever
Peter reached deep to your third eye
They sweat it
The Illuminati on that hotline
You call it a life line
I call it the right time
Fuck it
We can meet up in the middle no Malcolm
Waiting on the outcome
Paint 'em all red if X after the Malcolm
All I see is red
Feel like Carrie on a prom night
You see there's no way to hide in glass circles
I smile because I'm shining in the low light
Huh, yeah that's right take a picture with me
Bitch I've been high
And no lie
Don't need no medal
I never settle
They take it from you anyway
I'm more than a rebel so in my jar I keep that green Monster
Fuck it, I just call it fentanyl
[Pre-Chorus]
You got me feeling like "la la la"
You don't really wanna fuck wit-a-me
No chill, I've been trill (I've been trill)
So keep thinking that a nigga ain't about his, la la la
You don't really won't fuck wit-a-me like
No chill, I've been trill (I've been trill)
No chill
Fuck what you thought bitch this is Rhode Island
[Chorus]
Fuck what you thought bitch this is Rhode Island
Fuck what you thought
Fuck what you thought bitch
Fuck what you thought, bitch this is Rhode Island
[Verse 2]
Uh
Peter Piffen picked a pretty nub from his pocket
Probably payed pennies peace post on the bomb shit
Smoke like a bong rip
Said he smoke like me, I tell him "nonsense"
But they don't want no smoke with this smoker
Flip flops on season
Toes cold with the flow even colder
Heart even colder
Thoughts from a stoner
And anybody listening, I owe you my dreams if I ever could remember
Life in a movie, somebody press render
Note to self: return back to sender but dare I enter
Or any door through a stage with a full crowd
Hell yeah, should've dance
And fuck who's next, I got now
Probably would've never thought it
'Cause I smoke like a tourist
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[Pre-Chorus]
You got me feeling like "la la la"
You don't really wanna fuck wit-a-me
No chill, I've been trill (I've been trill)
So keep thinking that a nigga ain't about his, la la la
You don't really won't fuck wit-a-me like
No chill, I've been trill (I've been trill)
No chill
Fuck what you thought bitch this is Rhode Island
[Chorus]
Fuck what you thought bitch this is Rhode Island
Fuck what you thought
Fuck what you thought bitch
Fuck what you thought, bitch this is Rhode Island
[Post-Chorus]
And me like big kushin', big kushin', big kushin'
And me like big kushin'-shit shit
This my shit, not yo' shit
And me like big kushin', big kushin', big kushin'
And me like big kushin'-shit shit
This my shit, not yo' shit
That raw shit-shit, man like raw shit
And me like big kushin', big kushin', big kushin'
And me like big kushin'-shit shit
This my shit, not yo' shit
And me like big kushin', big kushin', big kushin'
And me like big kushin'-shit shit
This my shit, not yo' shit
That raw shit-shit, that bullshit
I'm off this bitch, this is Rhode Island
[Chorus]
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you thought bitch
Fuck what you thought bitch, this is Rhode Island
[Outro Instrumental]
