I wouldn't wanna grow up if I knew I'd be here now
Two shells in my brain to make the thinking stop
Almost got a bullet in my back from a cop
Thinkin' to myself when will the bullshit stop
I wouldn't wanna grow up if I knew I'd be here now
Two shells in my brain to make the thinking stop
Almost got a bullet in my back from a cop
Thinkin' to myself when will the bullshit stop
Now I plot my escape
Lookin' for a hideaway
Constant stresses all on me
Wonderin' when I find the peace
Wonder if it's right for me
Wonderin' who I even be
Just a man, anxiety
With a little light in me, smokin' trees
Smokin' gas, you can't see me ride past in the car fast
Yeah I do it in the dash, aye
Cash is my f*ckin' hobby
Yeah coast to coast, hotel lobbies
Hoes wanna f*ck, but we don't cuff thotties
Rollin' in the smoke, Cheech and Chong we throw parties
Drinkin' on Bacardi yeah that shit hit me harder
Than I f*ckin' thought I really shouldn't be drivin