Artist: Dominic Fike
Track: How Much Is Weed?

Lyrics
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down

Friends and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my baby's got no daddy, can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shoutin' on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balance and this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself sometimes I just don't know my (fuck that shit)
My bitch she bad, dog, it's all in my head
Mama told me don't be shy, Seno said
Let's get this, watch how fast I switch this
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man, Watch my brother n'em while you can, ayy
Shout out the boys, ain't coming outside when I'm outside doing my dance
Hitting my jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug, and jug
Remember when I couldn't M's, then I made M's and this shit made sense
I been looking through the

Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down

Friends and family never cared about the Grammys
'Til I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought family house
I be looking through the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help, she went to jail
And shit went left, and I was left, I did my best
I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested
Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing
Please don't call me with weekend plans
I rippin' out all my hair
And bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to (jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
(I like to jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
(I like to jug, and jug, and jug and jug and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug)

I been looking through the photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down