Texty

Talk about my problems I don't do that often Often sprinkle pollen all up in my blunt and get to sparkin Parking in the lot I get the window crackin dogs be barking There some days I wake up and I feel like shit the day just started Ok wtf Feel like I'm not there I'm disconnected soul departed Feeling like an artist living for the people I don't want it Devil on my shoulder telling me shit like I'm fucking haunted Telling me to end it hit the button like I need restartin Nope We don't listen, we don't listen we gone glisten Im not satisfied until l I had a thousand pots to piss in I just wanna smoke some pot but they just want me in some prison Now my flow infectious cant be cured by any penicillin Fuck them feelings that you feeling when you feeling less appealing We gon kill em Then we party on the avenue I miss Mac Miller Rest in peace a young legend influenced my generation Sometimes you need a little air a little ventilation Ya ya Just a little ventilation Ya Ya All you need is some fucking ventilation Ya ya Just a little ventilation Just a lil, just a lil, just a lil Sometime all you really need Is just a little ventilation Mary Jane my therapist she told me I'm her favorite patient Trump can be the president? then I could lead the fucking nation But I couldn't do that shit I know I do not have the patience Man fuck a 9 to 5 where I don't feel alive Rather dive off the top floor feel the sky All up in my face hit the ground splatter die Then they blame it on the drugs say that he was high I was Ya ya Just a little ventilation Ya Ya All you need is some fucking ventilation Ya ya Just a little ventilation Just a lil, just a lil, just a lil
Writer(s): Vikas Mohan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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