[Hook: Toby Priest]
I hope you good, I hope you bad
I hope you pissed, I hope you sad
I hope you good
I hope you good
I hope you miss seeing my a**
I hope you get what you ain't have
I hope you good
I hope you good
[Verse 1: Toby Priest]
Think about Good Friday, tripping acid
Say I'm sorry, you sick of that sh**
Been a sap since sh** got rough like brillow pads is
Now I'm vexed with the audio
Still take a lot for me to party though
Work two jobs now I'm hardly broke
Need marley though
sh** got me ga**ed like cardio
All on my own, I was deep in the city
Off, so I gotta get gone
Writing sh** down, riding through town
Then I had a vision of us getting it on
How I feel low when I'm so damn high?
I could be the king of this whole damn sky
And I'm gon' sing til the water goes dry
Part of my team? b**h you outta your mind
And I'm out of mine too
Feel like I'm off in the ocean
Wanna drink but the bar isn't open
Hotboxed, now I'm coughin' and chokin'
Phone rang twice, but I'm gone for the moment
I'm running out of this cess
That I've been puffing out of this chest
Tryna make something out of this mess
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Toby Priest]
They done dug 'em up a hip-hop artist
Smoke pot like I'm top charted
Duck off, I get bombarded
I'm up and down like the stock market and
I don't know exactly where to go
But I'm just tryna find somewhere to smoke
I'm in another damn league with this music sh**
Not a damn thing to confuse it with
I could be slappin' a ba**line
But then I'm on stage rapping, it's ludacris
Let me out of this place I'm in
These muhf**as ain't my friends
"Tell me how's that make you feel?"
Me rapping don't make no sense..
Ok I meditate like everyday and I
Workout, but no heavy weights and I'm
Smoking right where the levee breaks and I
Kind of hope you get a belly ache
I'm still running out of this cess
That I've been puffing out of this chest
Tryna make something out of this mess
[Hook]