Some Days

Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke (hahaha) So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low I grew up on YouTube again I looked up stuff that seemed pretend The Illuminati and the pyramids I've been 12-hours deep on a Google binge I heard stories of strange men dressed in black clothes In a black mask comin' up to people's windows I sleep with a 5.56 always loaded Optic rockin' the night scope My room look like Fort Knox My mind runnin' like a evil genius Sometimes I scare my damn self 'Cause I'm Norman Bates with a sense of kindness But the kind that's sick of being a sickness Sittin' in the bottom of the shit river ditches This ain't ice picks and hot chicks It's Nirvana, I ain't drownin' for a dollar or cent Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low This is one of them dope tracks That'll make people say I'm on drugs now They'll prolly say that I'm goin' crazy Or I got possessed by the Willis House They'll probably claim that I'm a danger to myself For all them nights at three o'clock Precious time rolled in a Swisher Listenin' for a whisper for my name, it's Ryan Sittin' Indian style, burnin' sage like I'm Cherokee Deep eye sockets, hairline got a widow's peak Knife in the sheath, Pocahontas in the sheets I'll be damned if I let America "John Smith" me Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low People say I changed, yeah I am not the same, yeah Wanna be a leader But don't care 'bout bein' famous You wanna know what fame is It's stressful and it's dangerous I am not complainin', I'm just writin' out a story That's important for the up and comin' Don't bow down to business money Stay secluded, know yourself and see 'em comin' Don't let 'em choose what you're becomin' Be ready to die 'cause haters huntin' for headlines and shootin' for 'em Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke (with the smoke) So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low Some days, I don't wanna wake, I just wanna bake I don't wanna wait, tell my mate, "Roll me up a J" Fill my room up with the smoke (with the smoke) So you can't see me when I'm at my low-low-low-low