Memos - Cayman Cline

I'm high as I've ever been

Higher than Heaven sits

Roll up my weed and think about my exes and jealousness

How to stay current and relevant

This be my story I'm selling it

I am the author, the writer, the typer, the proctor

And all of which credited

Said it and said it again

I'm set so they checking us in

It's a sin and I've been sinning since

Man please don't check my stride

My moves got me global

I ain't even seen you step outside

Measure grind

Do the math, equated

See I struck and stretched on time

Been the freshest out

Fuck a crest on shine

Dog, I'm blessed on Cline

But yeah, know I appreciate the uh, the advice

Well I don't know a lot

Well I don't know a lot [?]

You just

Life is gonna bring you things that, good and bad and

It already has and

You're. Just don't worry about it

Just be feel like, be your blessed

And uh

Be very, very, very blessed

Went home for the holidays

Seen my fam that shit changed me in a lot of ways

Smoking inside the press box and got head from some hoe

In the end I was not amazed

Fuck it I'm on, though

Bro picked me up in a Benz I was riding to 7/11 for cigs at 11 PM

Took the time to say "What's up?" to one of my exes

And scat the fuck out, no offense, just hate her friends

I'm in a Uber

Riding like 79, I'm too exact

Still got me plenty of time

Texting my main in Cali counting when I get back

Caught the doobie and sat

Played the new shit from my homies

And all my homies like, "What's that?"

That new dude cookin' up

That he be lookin' up

And now all them labels go and chat

Man you funny

I'm corny, you crummy

That heat made me sick to my tummy

You fuckboys are dummies

Now look at who's running

Fuck Presidential Elections

I'm with [?] and student sections

I'm no button watch who you're pressin'

I get paid to walk inside your session

TBT to when I was peasant, that shit's fucking ages

Man that shit's fucking ages

Damn