Eugene The Dream - T.I.C. lyrics

Take a hit let's get lit whoa Just like this hold it in then you breathe slow Please don't trip keep it cool Yo don't blow my high I rarely smoke but when the blunt hit I I I I Flash back to the memories As a youngin with the mindset Flowin full of energy Energy Ambitions got a n***a on a mission And I'm hopin and I'm wishin for a way to make a better me Jamming to the melody Van Gogh to Pica**o looking at the pictures I painted Still I'm underrated, they hated Due to the fact that a n***a creative I was 14, in the cut, still a young boy Barely old enough to kick it with the grown folks Niked out got one pair of Jay's So that n***as never picked up on the fact that I was flat broke First time that I ever had a little toke I remember man that sh** was on a school day Flipping old school boom bap beats While we sitting in a circle vibing out to the world play Inhale, take a hit, that's grade A Two more and I'm coolin' where the clouds lay Convinced that I got a sixth sense, body opposite of tense Another hit n***a okay Kick back chop it up real cool Down south where they bang that screw They say the other side is where the gra** is greener But you've really gotta see it with a bird's eye view So i, sit back recline then I clear out my mind And I gotta take a flight real quick Maybe to Caribbeans or alpines I'm just chilling in my zone Got no worries of my own Then I hear a chirp going off And the ring of my phone Oh sh** Momma called man she know I'm smokin' I'm smokin She can hear it in the tone of my voice and The way I'm stuttering and muttering and uttering God damn I can barely get the words in Now I'm stuck here listening while she b**hin at her little boy cause he got stuck in a predicament Now she cryin' and I'm feelin' mad guilty Mad guilty Why she trippin' like a blunt gonna k** me Take a hit let's get lit whoa Just like this hold it in then you breathe slow Please don't trip keep it cool Yo don't blow my high I rarely smoke but when the blunt hit I I I I Take a hit let's get lit whoa Just like this hold it in then you breathe slow Please don't trip keep it cool Yo don't blow my high I rarely smoke but when the blunt hit I I I I Why you ever start smokin' in the first place Every time I do I think about my mom's face Tears in her eyes cause she know that the prized little boy is gettin' stoned all alone with his eyes glazed Now she feelin' like college ain't an option Ain't an option How the hell a n***a supposed to be a doctor Play up on the roster Follow in the f**in' footsteps of his favorite authors and prosper Momma said drug possession is a weapon that the government be using tryin teach us all a lesson All a lesson I ain't even gotta mention that we victims of a system of political oppression Why would anyone even care to listen Is it cause I'm to eloquent? Cause I went to a all white school where the bullsh** is relevant And every body dress elegant To be honest man I'm tired of the labels Why can't a rappper be financially stable and mentally able and willing to distinguish all these facts from fables I really need to hit-hit this weed just to find-find a source just to induce creativity A-A-Apparently cause it's bringin' out the best in me But potentially it's stressin me to think think about my destiny Like What's next for me Do I light light this bleeze Or do I find some other way to support my needs Lord help me please Take a hit let's get lit whoa Just like this hold it in then you breathe slow Please don't trip keep it cool Yo don't blow my high I rarely smoke but when the blunt hit I I I I