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