Bob Ross by Tymeir Lyrics

Chorus 4x

Po up
Popped one
Sparked up
Man I’m really feeling on


Verse 1

Po’d up
Got a bad bitch
And she bout to roll up
Don’t care what you say
Can’t control us
Just living how I’m living
Let me zone bruh
Stoned bruh
Dead stuck
I ain’t looking at my phone bruh
Liver shot
Gon Gon need a donor
That’s the future
So please leave me lone
Now
Chorus 4x


Po up
Popped one
Sparked up
Man I’m really feeling on

Verse 2

No blow no
Just bottles and these thotties
And my Bro Bros
They my dogs
They my dogs
Like Toto
One hunnit on life
No so so
Slow mo
Oh it got me
Oh it got me
Moving slow mo
Now I’m dancing
Shoulders moving like I’m Total
Pasadena to Madena
Yeah I’m on Bro
Yeah I’m on Bro
Chorus 4x

Po up
Popped one
Sparked up
Man I’m really feeling on

Verse 3

Wild child
I be hanging
I be banging
Wit the loud crowd
Loud weed long money
Throwing pow wows
Oh boy
Broke boy
You ain’t our pal
We on now
Watch how they plot
And cop our style
Cops on the block go pow pow
So I spark back up
Cause my high down
High now
Chorus 4x

Po up
Popped one
Sparked up
Man I’m really feeling on