Woes

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

While I'm dancing on my toes

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

And I'm dancing on my toes

Bitch how soon we be because fuck these

Times 3 am, we living free

And I'm getting sick and it's a scary sight when I fly

Its provided guideless and I still beat the pilot

Rest in peace these

Let's pray, any more of these

Than these palm trees

In the calm breeze

Woo wee, no

Stopping up and rocking

Like it's my turn

Hold my mic turned yo

It's all I eat, turn

No to do list

True like I can't let rap my canvas

I drop on your campus

Cause I need some mo'

Ey shades under the shade ey, who, ey yo

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

While I'm dancing on my toes

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

And I'm dancing on my toes

He picks me up, he grabs some 40's and some blends

Providing for the misguidance

Catch us rolling with various herbs through the suburbs

Through the burbs'

I've got the right boulders on my shoulders

Brothers to roll me over

Never questioning my word

So as I grow older I grow older, I grow bolder

Don't go making me pull on triggers

For as a vision as a way that's much bigger

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

While I'm dancing on my toes

Fucking with my woes

Fucking with my woes

Battling these demons

And I'm dancing on my toes