I don’t know

Why I still feel fucked up from the past

I don’t know

Why I put myself under the cash

I don’t know

Why I feel so numb after I smash

I don’t know

How much time I got before I pass

Cruising down flamingo right where pac died

Tryna do me like that get your thoughts right

Cocked back with no safety let the shots fly

Smoking leave you open like a pot pie

Dark Skies

Streetlights and aerosol expressions

Migrating state side to ride with all my weapons

Fight or flight from tension

I can comprehend the message

Don’t need switches or extensions

When you practice with the utensil

Bag zip and sell those

Then cop drip off melrose

Puff and drive til my eyes match all the guys that built railroads

Wave flags like sailboats

I’d rather die like real folks

Baby your name ain’t saved into my phone cuz I always replace hoes

Cream woods when I roll up

Evens out my bipolar

Your dream girls just another bitch three months ago I pulled her

Glance over my shoulder when I piss inside the alleyway

Dip off when the clips gone that shit right there is the cali way

I don’t know

Why I still feel fucked up from the past

I don’t know

Why I put myself under the cash

I don’t know

Why I feel so numb after I smash

I don’t know

How much time I got before I pass

Constantly haunted always bombarded by the memories

Illusions of safety spun by the ones who are now dead to me

Transitioned enemies or friends that I witnessed rest in peace

Skeletons out the closet with bones formed to a centerpiece

Mask up it’s showtime go outside with the Sunny’s on

I was told the eyes don’t lie wearing those and no one knows what he on

They’ll chop the tree where your money grow

Turn you insect to a honeycomb

They say own your feelings well I feel nothing and that exactly matches all of what we own

I don’t know

Why I still feel fucked up from the past

I don’t know

Why I put myself under the cash

I don’t know

Why I feel so numb after I smash

I don’t know

How much time I got before I pass