The Understanding

My weed tolerance is getting Stronger than an armored truck Kicking it with daffy ducks Looney tuning off the drugs Ruby and sapphire getting Groovy in my lungs Soon I'll be swooning With a booty on a tiger rug Whoever told you second chances Don't exist wasn't forgiven In a past life and Only wants revenge look Jay made millions Ye made millions Chance made millions Kobe made millions Damn Gina even Martin Made a million If they can make a million I can make a million And still sometimes I Wonder if we made the right choices I hear voices in my head Where it's supposed to be voiceless I mean look We should be writing songs But the melodies get stuck In an ice cold bong then I Get lost in rhetorical questions like Is the chain on my neck a Noose or a necklace or Who teaches the teachers Or who heals the doctors If Jesus went bad Who the hell is going to stop him Is it you are you sure Red wine spilling off the edge But you ask for more Who cooks for chefs Who refs the refs Who's going to DJ When she finished with the set When I'm outta breath From this little smoke sesh Who's going to be there On the floor CPRing on my chest And still sometimes I wonder If we made the right choices I hear voices in my head Where it's supposed to be