Joy Postell Seattle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got me sick
As I watched him take a hit
Black smoke coming from his lips
That's when he started talking shit
'Bout which lick they gon' hit
And which bitch they gon' trick
Get the money
It's all about the money

[Chorus]
Smoking up in the hotel room
Always nodding off, leaving burn holes in his Trues
He's smoking up in the hotel room
Better watch the clock 'cause his time is coming soon

[Verse 2]
Now who would have ever known that he would confess
Turn around to face his fate, now I can feel his pain
I can feel the breeze flow beneath my knees So I put down the weed

[Chorus]
Smoking up in the hotel room (Room, baby)
Always nodding off, leaving burn holes in his Trues (Always nodding off, leaving burn holes, child)
He's smoking up in the hotel room (The hotel room)
Better watch the clock 'cause his time is coming soon (Better watch the clock)

[Outro: Matthew 'Mateyo' Lampart]
At the tone please record your message
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Yo, baby
Call me back
I'm sorry I've been f*cking up, I'm sorry
But I need you, baby
Who else gon' hold me down?

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