[Produced by Dead Giveaway Beats]
[Intro: Deontra Green]
I gotta stop getting this high, man
[Hook: Deontra Green]
Dreaming of future loves, currently I'm too drugged
Worrying got me bugged, full of that razor's blood
That's where I'm from and my heart it goes back often
A weed cough has got me lost, kid. Check it
I'm all alone, looking for a way out
Before this fade fades my brain out
How 'bout you?
[Verse 1: Daniel Johnson]
How 'bout me?
sh**, I'm in Seattle so last week I was detoxing
Nothing like a sober month to show you what you lost in this world
And then you do a 180
Proof that you still want the poison, it's like the words are written
But that desire reminds me of the first time my eraser caught the taste of lead
It's so easy to wash a life out and waste a breath
We got so much on our plate left to be ate up yet
Too much to lay to rest
How 'bout you?
[Hook 2: Deontra Green & Daniel Johnson]
Dreaming of future loves, currently I'm too drugged
Worrying got me bugged, full of that razor's blood
That's where I'm from and my heart it goes back often
A weed cough had got me lost, kid. Check it
[Verse 2: Deontra Green]
Hope that you feel me, this the letter that it got away
Too many blunts and shots, my fingers went astray
Should've watch my head, but let my demons play
So I need you to do me a favor, homie, without delay
Tell everyone that this pressure just got too much for me
So I had to run away to rediscover king
And I'm a star child, my life is now a [?] (You are too.)
How you doing, my n***a? Oh, is it time for tea?
[Verse 3: Daniel Johnson]
It's been a minute since we hit the scene
Started so many things but how much have we finished?
Feels like it's been years since I took off that mask though
Guess my intentions were to just cut out the image
And open all the channels
What if I take it off and my face is all demented?
It all depends on my expression
What we see in friends is just a piece of us I guess
Familiar faces that were god send them
So I just send a piece of god to y'all then
Cause the ideal still falls short of the mind's real climate
The brain storms seem violent but
Even though we moved to where it rains more
That's not to say we ain't got separation pays no more
Sometimes it's easier to stay inside and close the blinds
So I ain't gotta feign more acceptance of the system
That insists we continue to spread its vision
And any change in store better be self contained or you'll get shamed for it
[Outro: Daniel Johnson]
Dreaming of current loves, currently I'm feeling drugged
Toxins that got me bugged, full of that sacred blood
That's where I'm from, my heart it goes back often
A sweet coffin got me lost, kid. Check it
On the road, just searching for a way out
Before this fade fades the brain out
How 'bout you?