Don't ask me questions I don't know wa**up
All of this [?]specim[/?] blows up in my gut
I just want friends and a bunch of some d**
Please don't depend all on me for too much
Can't take the pressure just take my skin off
Look in the world and I'm lost
Stick always soft
b**hes be goth
Got bricks in the loft
Check parmesan for my dinner
I really just sit there and looks like I cannabis for appetite
I just sit back and ignite
Cynical spite
Lyrical type
And [?]knowledge where i sail[/?]
To mice and mentions
Tax expansions
Smokin' the wax in a backwood
My life ain't that good
n***as be ga**in', blunts be pa**in', days should be pa**in'
I need some acid... for my... mental expansion
Building an empire
All of this sends
Follow the path and swallow the past
Wallow and laugh
Its all just a dance
Yea I'm the man
Her hand in my pants
Tell her relax I'll do it myself