Those Things

See sights only in lights, sit dark in the park and see nothing you like

Pull up to cities you don’t see the plight

I pull me a baddie who after me right?

Who after the act that I make myself into

How my crib glass but ain’t got no windows

Residential hopes up on the mental

Baby I could coax us in a rental

If that’s what you want

I’ll prolly be gone I can’t even front I prolly be long

Prolly be practically over the mystery of when Ill lay down, really a win for me

Been in the wind like a wish from a victory

I'll pick me a plot in a spot that is meant for me

Packed me a pillow no insult to injury

Ain't no escape when I’m capin my tendencies

Been about my grease I’m in Tennessee

It’s just come with ease pretty generally

I be in my knees pretty heavily

Heavenly stance for a person ain't worth it

On purpose on purpose on purpose

I see you lately, I know you ain’t perfect

I’m checking where the best piece of dirt is

I know I know that I can’t keep no home

When in Rome, newly nomad

Pitch me a tent that could hold my whole bag

Mobile but steady stuck on the surface of this earth

I text you and tell you my head hurt

You text me and tell me you dead before I get lead to give me some bread first

I can’t afford the trip

Too many grams in my hand to report this shit

I’ll guess I’ll sit

Ain’t no man give a damn bout the land I fit

That ain’t it, pull my hand out the sand and I ran with it

The damned I is, hold a farm with my fam for some cannabis