Bitch

I’m a pothead

Till I dropdead

I got highdeas

Goin on in my head

Bag full dro

Bag full doe

If a bitch wanna beef

Then I bag up that hoe

BLAZED OFF THE

RAW CONE

KUSH HIT THE DOME

NOW IM MOTHAFUCKIN STONED

Sippin on a 40 while

I wait for the next toke

Push my face

Through the weed smoke

Wish this was the epilogue

But it’s really just a monologue

Logging words monolithically

With my fervent tongue

I do this for the old and young

Do it for homie

Who wanted to be hung

You never know what’s in the minds

Of others we walk among

Admitting wrong

Is The first step

To humbling one

Even if you don’t want to breath that phrase

Out of your lung

Got hella Weed smoke in my lungs

Hitting that top shelf outta the bong

My Lifes been shattеred

Scatter brain

Brain scatterеd

They said

I needa get it together

My brain feels like pieces of glass

Duct Taped together

Hate feelin

Under the weather

I’m insane

Insanely toakin

On the reefer

Why the liquor taste better when your life is shittier

Chronologically

Smoking chronic

Chronically

Undoubtedly

Trying to figure out

What helps me

Coming loose at the seams

Life isn’t always as it seems

Taking a brisk walk

On this beat

Try to walk on me

You will get

Briskly beat

Not here to deceive

Imma step on any motherfucka

That try to test me

Feelin frisky

Dont frisk me

Everything is risky

Risking my life with every

Sip of the whiskey

Bitch

I’m a pothead

Till I dropdead

I got highdeas

Goin on in my head

Bag full dro

Bag full doe

If a bitch wanna beef

Then I bag up that hoe

Coming back from a mental block

Gotta keep it all moving like the hands on a clock

Better know your damn role, I ain't talking bout The Rock

If you're smelling what I'm cooking, I'ma put you in a headlock

If you really wanna know, I ain't getting bored

Tell you 'bout my life, I ain't talking in a metaphor

Lonely motherfucker like the Beatles singing Eleanor

Getting what I wanna and you know I'm always getting more

People telling me I'm crazy, maybe

They won't ever get it 'cause them motherfuckers lazy

Ain't no telling where the mind of this man goes

Moving so fast like I'm playing on a banjo

It's another nice dream, we awaken

Looking all around, realize it's amazing

You hating, all the while you're feeling complacent

Shut the fuck up or have a date with the pavement

Still gotta stay sane, I'm okay, otherwise I'm gonna turn into my own worst enemy

Still gotta stay sane, it's okay, otherwise you're gonna turn into your own worst enemy