i can feel your hate like toxic running through my veins
but it loses course somewhere.. wont get to my brain
haha nice try.. keep it moving bitch cuz ill tell u like this.. get ready now..
stop! right before the heart. yeah wont gain my thoughts, thats
tightly clotted with the memories of my overbearing pain..
see it makes no sense but then it does my highs always coming down making me hunger for bud.
being is sober is cool but its not me
so what were not above but we chilling living with no arrows..
putting no one down just living my life blowing smoke with my head up in the clouds
in my zone here i go smoking sour dees now making ohhs.
wiz inspired the power of my dysfunctional mind.