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Smoking a joint while I lay in her bed My mind is so twisted my hair starts to dread God has forsaken me left me for dead With all of these zombies no brains in their head Should I be a hermit and stay in my shed? Or should I go buy me a pistol instead? Go out in public and empty the lead Or should I show love and continue to spread? TopOff was born with a heart that's too big These so niggas so fake and I'm snatching they wig I'm down to the earth so the people they dig I'm smoking in Dallas but TopOff don't jig But come to the funk because that's where I live You might just get jacked or get caught by the pigs Government kill you and lie to your kids That's why I smoke weed I could never do cigs Really a prophet with shrooms in my pocket I'm smoking that flower in Texas bluebonnet People they need me so I cannot stop it I'm burning this money cause it's just an object I am a spirit my house is abandoned I float in the dark and I drip like the faucet Come to my crib you would think that's it's haunted I serve you some acid while I am still on it Young Jimi Hendrix I'm back with a vengeance I don't got no limits these rappers is finished I'm breaking bad my plug is a chemist He bring it to me and I flip it like gymnast Did what I did and I don't need a witness This cross on my neck but I am not religious Sick of these rappers they cars and they bitches I'm giving my gift to the world like it's Christmas Underground legends we be high in the skies Living our dream we do not fantasize Real cute girl you a demon in disguise Left the hoe salty like a bag of French fries I'm your worst nightmare call me Pennywise I can see it all I got way too many eyes TopOff so damn holy man I might get canonized Or maybe get hung by some racist white guys Black boy alien they treat me like a Martian I will not be another Trayvon Martin Adam and Eve got her naked in my garden You would sell your soul to the devil for a bargain Pull up to the show smoking kush in the parking Run up on me I beat ya ass like Tarzan Yeah I'm real deep in the game I been carved in TopOff in the studio he be commiting arson Writing these raps cause I'm tryna quit my day job Keep it too real so I'm followed by a lynch mob Wanna take a trip now she rolling with the psych squad Yeah I got girls bumping TopOff on they iPod Put her on shrooms then she slob on the damn knob Everybody know I'm finna blow like a Arab Writing these raps cause I'm tryna quit my day job If I get killed just know that I love y'all Smoking a joint while I lay in her bed My mind is so twisted my hair starts to dread God has forsaken me left me for dead With all of these zombies no brains in their head Should I be a hermit and stay in my shed? Or should I go buy me a pistol instead? Go out in public and empty the lead Or should I show love and continue to spread?
Writer(s): Christopher Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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