Quiet Storm Interlude (Your Old Droog)

This that shit you fuck a bitch to This that shit you ride around to Me, this that shit you roll a blunt to (Maybe not smoke a blunt) Stash it, you sip your hen to (Get right in your mental (And I don’t drink black coffee) Truth be told, some of these rhymes I spit Only cause it took my whole life to write ‘em Took my whole life to write ‘em Write em write em write em write em write em write Yeah, uh