Baby, your drifter is all I can be But you don’t stop me from floating up stream
Into the town about half past three Taking a addy, try to bag a couple bitches Fresh out the addies but I got a half a bleeze A full tank of gas, I just need a pot to piss in Bottled water, Trident, cashews, and Swishers Flirting with the workers Bitch, you could get it Thumbing through my browsers Power moves and pivots Swimming in the fountain Diving off the deep end
Baby, your drifter is all I can be But you don’t stop me from floating up stream
Momma, you didn’t say much but that was key Real niggas do real things Let your actions speak like sirens Unless they want action, in that case you swing Young but I’ll listen Always made the best of life through life’s givings Always packed an extra pair of clean britches Everyone’s a star, gold is in the diggings So with the bitch you bought I don’t ball on extensions Everyday a hustle dollar day Thug holiday on my daddy grave In the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
Baby, your drifter is all I can be But you don’t stop me from floating up stream
Floating up stream Baby, your drifter is all I can be But you don’t stop me from floating up stream But you don’t stop me from floating up stream That’s all that I can be If I sink, I sink