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