Grab the blunt and hit once
I wonder where I might end up
Im feeling out of touch
Hanging by a thread
But thats a perfect time to pluck
The Strings attached to my head
Drinks before bed
Just to catch a couple zzz's
Wake up in the morning
Grass is greener over there
But I stay behind the fence
And wonder why I don't have friends
Stay inside the house
I put myself on house arrest
I Say it with my chest I'm manifesting
Patience with success
They're sleeping on me
Asking why I never rest
My eyes are foggy
Check the time it's 5am
But still I rise cause we all know
I don't belong in BO Trent
And Then it hits me
Most my life I've been depressed
Grab the blunt and hit it w
You catch my drift
If you don't I'll slow it down
And pour you cups of activist
Post it on the gram
They'll probably start to like my shit
I wonder what the caption is
I heard the saying is a picture
Speaks a thousand words
So I prefer to no comment
Ignorance is bliss
I've not heard of your projects
Quality control i know
The game is over processed
But I'll always warn my students
Like a private school with offsted
I'm over heads
I cloud their judgement must be nonsense
This purple drink
I bought is really just some cough meds
The way it sounds
Too much of this and I might drop dead
But the way I feel, right now
I'm taking anything that stops stress
Grab the ginger beer and rum
I just smoked my last one
Tryna set the world on fire
But tonight I'm not young
Lungs filled with
Pressure with the weight of a ton
Lob myself the alley oop
But I'm too high for the dunk
I've had too much
But it's working in my favour
Boost the faders, f*ck the neighbours
I'm about to make some paper
Got them in my sights that's a real major laser
Cut throat with this shit, fade you up or give the taper
Time to wake up
I'm done with playing games
With these rappers that surround me
Tryna be famous through their Facebook
Fake love, I tell them witness greatness
As I levitate, and my advice that mouth you got best stay shut