Chris Weed - State Of Mind Lyrics

I got some niggas that ain't coming home
It's been a minute since they called my phone
This shit be hitting when I be alone
Half of the time I'm up in my zone
Sipping some beers while I mix with patron
I be to faded to even drive home
I be to faded to even drive home
I be to faded to even drive home
But
I just be counting my blessings
Dancing with demons who won't get to testing
Stacking up money off jugs and finessing
Selling some drugs, but this shit ain't impressing
Making sure all of my families good the only thing that I should ever be stressing
Roll up A wood while I ride with a weapon
Talking to god & I'm telling confessions
Cause I , know that I'm fighting with demons
You can not see them
But you can be them
So you know that I'm reading
Reading them vibes that you thinking is even
But it'll just never be even
The way that I slide, that way that I ride, swear my niggas be creeping
From early mornings to the evening, lot of y'all don't know the meaning
Acting real but be deceiving
But real or not, you know I mean it
But if you gotta question my word then you shouldn't believe it
There ain't no other meaning, I already know what that means then
Counting my blessings, I'm counting this cash
Started to move on, I ain't looking back
And if they have a issue they know where I'm at
And all them niggas be hating, they can stay mad
Counting my blessings, I'm counting this cash
Started to move on, I ain't looking back
And if they have a issue they know where I'm at
And all them niggas be hating, they can stay mad