Gliding through my turning phases
Hands stuck inside the sands
Constant stressing leads to venting plans, and giving up on chance
I like when I go to sleep
Cuz I never have to think
I don't worried about my bills
Only cruising through the trills
I'm on another trip
Throw back another sip
Cuz things are moving fast
Let's roll another spliff
And Maybe take a drip
Cuz I need this to last
Money
Bitches
Shows and crime
Always pressing on the time
Janie thinks I do too much
Always worried about her son
But In few years
I might take a step back
Listen to my old tracks
And I'll Thinking to myself
Like, Wow I did that
Even if things ain't right
I can smile through the sad
I'm on another trip
Throw back another sip
Cuz things are moving fast
Throw back another seat
You're looking back at me
Cuz I need this to last
To last
To last
To last sinister and principal