Aye, said I don't smoke no cigarettes But if I did I would smoke ‘em with you The way you move it from the tip of your lips And flickin' your wrist I really don't know what to do You want the lies or the truth? I keep that faith without proof And i'll be damned if the devil want a seat in my room We 'coulda stunt, but we grew She lace me up in that noose Your lady-luck just keep fuckin up my day-to-day moves Hope I don't fade away soon From Playstation on that basketball To no sleep from the Adderall She keep my clothes for collateral And after all it's said and done I did my time and had my fun But homie pass the blunt Before I have to run away to somewhere far away The destination I won't mention (no, no) C'mon smile it's depressing I lost my mom when dad died, but shit it taught me lessons I guess time bombs happen Sad but still we laughin' Lemme put this in the attic (yup, yup) If you got the means of doin' somethin' big then make it happen But if you gonna let your craft get dusty Bring it right back to the attic and stop bein' so dramatic Not responsible for anything that happens Or anything that doesn't I just wanna see my team turn to somethin' Other than the coke or the smoke that people puffin' Let's find a new subject maybe change the world or somethin' Bring up goals without nothin', fuck it All I want in life is the sun and good loving Climbing up these heights just to jump from the summit And I never stay too long and after this I'm probably runnin', runnin' You might also like
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #36748942