Wumpa Fruit

Yo I pay, take back these
Make a space cake; Wait Jake: Make that three
Hopefully get my bong back from Ajax this evening
Nobody let the wrong track get played while I’m leakin'
Sick of thinkin' that my image is defined
By the spliffing and drinking and condition in my eyes
They might be red and I’ve just been tired
I know what you’ve said, you can tell an alibi, yeah
Tell a friend, tell a buddy, tell a lie
Tell a vision, but I try
Not to get distracted by the
rappin' on the
Spin a
But I can’t keep guard,
I’ve gone soft, used to push a kush car
Now I push and push, push, push
Push and push, pop and that’s that
, push (uhh)
Push and push, pop and that’s that