When you look
At my face
You can tell
I've grown tired of this place
On the hunt for anything that'll fill up the space
Painting the
Same ol' picture
Over and over again now everything looks perfectly traced
When you look
At my face
You can tell
I've grown tired of this place
On the hunt for anything that'll fill up the space
Painting the
Same ol' picture
Over and over again now everything looks perfectly traced
I really hate flexing
And mixing the
Weed with the liquor
So please don't hand me
Anything, when I am z o n e i n g
We don't need any atten t i o n
My mynd made it through battles with dungeon dragons
Blessed by the highest
Cross faded
I can see that everyone else is lost at fate
I'm still trynnah convince you that everything be as is
Feelings matching the motion of the ocean
Grooving towards a rhythm that seems right
So spark the fire with the matches
Fashion out of style but the weed updated
Woods a little stale but that's okay I'll still manage
One shot plus two L's will have your lungs and liver collapsing
That's two roach L's for you
Sharp burn at your finger tips