The Knowmads - ThoughtsFromAPorch lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom Pepe] I got you Yeah, uh I'm puffing blunts for many months in a row Your my buddy if you got goody and front me the dro It's cold outside, only rocking hoodies and coats My music makes you think about it, feels like nothing before I pray to god, that there's a god so I can trust in your ghost I feel empty when I'm hungry and got nothing to smoke On the molly with these b**hes tryna bustin em both Hustle these flows, get it then go muscle the road, swerve it Duckin a pole, on a hustle for dough Hustle for shows, and damn sure ain't trusting a hoe A lot of cats be busting flows, but they ain't touching me though Check the people, for people who f**ing evil Keep the G code, family first then my amigos High as seagulls, when I die put me on c-notes When I was young I remember I would use the cheat code But now my steez so clean it's like a free throw On Greek row we used to stir it up like Steve Biko Now each week I'm feeling weaker than the week before Bleaker than my sneakers on a peak I never reached before Walking home at sunrise, feeling knee deep in snow It's unreal but sh** I guess it's how your trip could go The living room so cloudy used to live in smoke Yup That's all we do, we just live in smoke Off the loud swerp the sound if you didn't know [Verse 2: Tom Wilson] Funny you surprised we here, when you saw that we coming While we ain't stopping for nothing, til we dropping a hundred I do this for my brother, mom and pops and all of my cousins Also for you, and you, and you and every block where you bump it Hop in your bucket, pop trunk it, go and knock it in public Cause this beat rot like an onion, my DJ chop it and cut it So we don't have to stack no gwop I make it hot on a budget Understanding that it ain't gotta produce pop it to love it I've heard the subject I was judging all the coke that they doing A hypocrite hitting the spliff can still smoking an losing Supposed to be showing, improving through the flows that I'm using Hoping this music opens you and all your folks to the movement Cause with no school and slow and stupid, I was chosen to do it Making a k**ing off dealing, or living broke as a student Your closest homies gon' skew it You gotta focus and view it I've been feeling hot headed at cats that I'm supposed to be cool with Tired of being left for regret and a lot of remorse But to the ones that stayed down, I got you of course And to my pops when I'm rich, I'mma cop you a Porsche But right now this ain't sh**, just my thoughts from a porch