Sometimes it feels All I do is beats smoke weed And come up with hi-deas, crazy hi-deas I just make beats smoke And come up with these
I took a puff pass, before I finished touching up the track Now my minds racing in and running laps Trying to figure what to and come up with these raps But Im struggling and fighting trying to my past Scribbling these words with these concepts and Feeling my vocab has almost been exhausted Im burning out trying to come up these hi-deas heres an idea, I a song about what I love and hate I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches I love getting drunk but hate it the morning Hate the sound check, but always the performance Love for the ladies with a lot of confidence But the attitude learn to take a fucking compliment Hate for the critics and nah Its to the draw board lets give them what they calling for Im at so many people and been so many Thats why I want to write a song forgotten faces A lot of friends have come and gone and Ill remember them But I cant put a picture in my head that resembles And are real friends that I hung every day They built my and attitude in many ways my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends Maybe someday Ill see face again a hi-dea
Aight let me try different, Bring the in
And Ive been trying to write a song for my girl since I met her Something romantic like lets get fat together Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch whatever Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and (mhmm) We had a couple ups and down and made it Love each other, our family, our sex and our These are words flowing on my on this instrumental Or I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like I change the beat if the topic working on the floor thats perfect sounds current Following the formula is what you stand for? How come all these douche keep running the dance floor? douche douche bag Do it like this and you too can a douche hit You talking big game but never do shit Your girl aint right tell her douche it Dance, nah fuck it back to the I had this about rock and roll And how I think its to the way that hip hop will grow They thought it was a fad made by African And no mother or dad any children hearing 'em by the church they called it devil music Now these Christian rock bands encourages to do it Time changes everything I see it now It aint just hip hop or rock & its a lifestyle
All I do is beats smoke weed And come up these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas I just make beats smoke And come up with hi-deas, yeah And now Im so high [x2]
I was to write a track called clichs, just talk about all those clichs you see Those clichs you in life I was goin to write a track small town, I come from a small town When things are a bit slower Everybody knows your its just a little different I was goin to write a called I know I shouldnt do it but I love too Like smoking weed, guilty pleasures Yeah hi-deas