| As I sit here and smoke this blunt, I realize I got a lot of people mad at me,
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| men and women
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| But, oh well, it does not matter to me
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| I can’t give no reasons for the way I be
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| I know I’m complicated but that’s just a part of me
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| I try to fix emotions but that’s hard for me
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck about a lot of things
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| Since I was a youngin' I knew a lot of things
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| I say more than what I should have if you asking me
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| You see Stewart Forest Cove was my first street
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| And my old house is where my heart sleeping for eternity
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| They say why you mad I say don’t talk to me
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| You say the wrong things I break your arteries
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| The violence I construct it feel like art to me
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| I do it easily, I know I’m off the edge, but that comfort me
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| I remember memories and destiny
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| I put my back into the black sand and I fell asleep
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| Nowadays, I don’t rest so easily
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| I might say a lot but I don’t say everything
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| I know things that can’t be said so openly
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| I know things that folks don’t know that’s close to me
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| I know people lie that’s why none close to me
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| I’m just smoking weed tryna find the truth about a lot of things
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| Bitch |