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I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I've been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams feel like following my death wish She said she know just how that stress gets When you hungry and you just trying to eat breakfast And nobody feel your message feel Good enough to wake up and then fall back to sleep It's a bad car to go get involved in like half the shit that I see Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right I spit that shit that give the feeling of the seaside Hungover in Pitts, but with the flick of the wrist Yo I can kick shit like this, I be as good as it gets Even through armor vices, my inner being Rastafarian Always one-hundred three-times you'll get Spartacus What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists? Said I'm an artist bitch, do this shit so artifice In it for the hardships, the nonsense of reaping attention Homie rolled up a blessing, we in a world with no exits You gotta give me a second, straighten up and get balanced My homie flipped on a record, I beat it up ain't no challenge I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I've been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams feel like following my death wish (let's go) Ayo, reach and you slip a backpedal I do my homework blazed and gets A's, I'm mad mellow I hear the sad fellows get they fix when I spit Like that sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit Sometimes life is full of shit, too many damn to-do lists But yo I learned if you ain't coolin' you just being foolish I used to think that I'ma die early, like mid-thirties But fuck that I'ma rise early, and ride dirty I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it I try to walk with God but got some hoes up in my slippers And so I keep on slippin', get tangled in the mischief So in a nutshell I'm just a sinner named Christian But still they keep me spinnin' when they drinkin' on they lonely I'm rollin' like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music shit And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro) Everybody rockin' plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up) I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me But you look ugly And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably Depressed through this dimension And I think I failed to mention That I feel like I've been running outta seconds Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface Following my dreams feel like following my death wish Ayo let it go Damn, damn Damn, yo Damn