INTRO
I was thinking about the time
Taking it back to the
Taking it back to the
I was thinking about the time
But I already won
VERSE 1
The truest thing I ever write, ever spit
Making all past raps irrelevant, mental shit
Sit back with a lack of liquor in me
And I analyze the minds and why everything is so filthy
And of course I’m also guilty
But why do I feel guilty
When the filthy’s built up in me
Got me living like I’m sinning
Now I’m just swimming up shit’s creek
I’ve hit the peak of selfishness
Now I’ve made up my mind
I will not embellish it
Taught to follow the pack
Make fun of the other rats
Jam packed in this experiment
We listen to these hideous, frivolous
Brain washing idiots
Talkin’ bout they tits and dick
Do you want a licky lick?
They have the power to change
But who is there to blame
When people would rather rage
Melting their brain at a rave
Making minimum wage
In the day, just to pay
$300 on memories
That are foggy and gray
CHORUS
I was thinking about the time
Taking it back to the grave where my sanity lies
My yesterdays are gone and I already won
Now pick it up, back on the run
VERSE 2
Yup life goes on
Issues built up inside
Clear your mind with the bong
Or close ya eyes feel the bond
Between you and a song
The rhythm so damn sweet
You wanna hold it in your arms
That’s the only thing that makes sense to me
It’s my golden ratio, my dispensary
It’s my pookie, rap music is like meth to me
I’ll do whatever it takes to get it till the death of me
But I swear when it’s me I won’t take advantage
Power needs to be handled
No sipping on vodka handles
Your career is a lit candle
So you better never let a bitch put it out
Cuz they all thirsty bout copping ya hot spot
You got water on ya block
California in a drought
What about the bullies on the bus
All the kids got it rough
And adults just turn they head
And theres, no answer
To getting rid of cancer
My own cousin is dead
300 girls kidnapped
America’s doing nothing about that
442 Billionaires
4 million homeless and nobody cares
((CHORUS)) x3