Brown Paper Bag 2.0

In a brown paper bag where you kept all the wax
And the bad habits flashback
You kept a stash of the shit, it’s like Slash with the licks
How I wish we could kick that
Bored type of feel that you fought when its real
And how I wish that I had all the things that I lack
Life’s a gas, so you gotta get rich real fast, yeah
I know I ain’t the cutest bitch walkin'
But I might be the realest bitch talkin'
Growin' up I ain’t ever really had shit
Talk tough, but we know you ain’t 'bout shit
I just spent 'bout ten thousand
I’m dressed in Italian
I just left from the islands
Sun settin' while I’m landin'
Can’t act like I understand it
I got mine, I don’t need yours
City every night, sold-out shows
You’ve been with me through it all
When everyone let me down
'Cause you know by now how the game goes
Always stay ten-toes
Woh, oh, yeah
Breathe in, breath out
Breathe in, breath out
Breathe in, breath out (My daily meditation)
Breathe in, breath out (That's why I keep you around)
Breathe in, breath out