Trey Billie – Perfect Time Lyrics

Yo
We Live
We Live
It's the perfect time for a blunt
All the new packs just came in
Dam near smell it through the box
All the new racks that came in
Perfect time for a blunt
So who's rolling it up
I got a cup that's full no Ciroc
I got a route you know nothin bout
I got a team that dream of vacation things
So every city we coming in hot
I count my bread and chill bruh you know that
I start keeping it real I can't hold back
If you got time I wish I could go back
Innocence bought me things that can't go back
I wonder do you happen to have,
A life fulla purpose, and a bag fulla cash
Cause if you do well you have everything
Your station unlimited except the gas
It's funny man stories they tell,
And dreams they sell we don't live that well
We just want a stripper body boo without no teased
To dog that pussy when it got no fleas
To get the weight right when we got no skeez
Or got no sleep or got no eats
Like my favorite month my vacation blunt
The one that wake me up when there's a pack for me
I'm in hipsterville tryna smoke some kill
With like 3 of my niggaz tho
I'm like an ounce away from tryna make my weight
Then pound, pound, pound here we go
Its the perfect time for a blunt
All the new packs just came in
Dam near smell it through the box
All the new racks that came in
Perfect time for a blunt
So who's rollin it up
Poe Up
I'm yellin' rest in peace Phife we got this
An ounce of tribe I vibe yo we got this
An appetite for life the one that make shit right
And turn the darkest light
You can't stop this
It's a parade of fade bruh you know that
And you know where I be keep it low jack
Cause when I add the mic I tellem that's goodnight
We start killing and shit, who control that? yo
Have you heard every word it defines who you are
More than miles on your car
Like the Miles of today to the houses we stay
Cause I make it LA with a light and a jay
Or a blunt turned to roach
Or some flight up in coach
If you like we can coast, got some bread we can toast
Champagne for the coast, we done made it thru the worst
Yo, so if you like we can leave
Make a play like a coach for the league
I been out here putting on for the team
Can't retire ain't the same when I leave
Perfect time cause my family right here
Lighting all the things that they hand me, right here
Whether its a gram or a grammy, right here
Baby turn the pool to Miami, right here!
Yeah, cause if my whip is topless
Maybe they'd see more than dipped in chocolate
Maybe they would see what it takes to be
In a life living free from the time we clocked in
So think of all the things we dropped in
Pull the strings had my neighbors rockin'
Save my number get it popping, locked in
Take a seat can't stand where I been
Ooh
I'm your favorite Pistol, where its white boys selling Billie Crystal
And everyday the news sell a fucked up mental
How we get thru? Somehow we get to
Hipsterville and try to smoke some kill
I gotta ounce of real, with like 3 of my niggaz tho
I'm like an ounce away from tryna make my pay
Then outta, outta town here we go
It's the perfect time for a blunt
All the new packs just came in
Dam near smell it through the box
All the new racks that came in
Perfect time for a blunt
So who's rolling it up