Lomo - Chillin' lyrics

Sitting back in my chair, high as Wiz Khalifa Eating pizza while taking hits off the reefa I don't remember sh**, like I got amnesia Leaning to the left like the leaning tower of pisa No longer stressed out, I'm relaxed completely Roll a joint so neatly then smoke it discretely Cause cops being sneaky, they try and defeat me But they can't beat me, outsmarting them is easy I grew up in the suburbs, but my mind is urban Rap's the only thing I'm learnin', f** a sermon I'm a burden, to parent's organs, I'm distrubin' But I don't give a f**, I'm a keep puffing and workin' I determine my own motherf**ing destiny I will never let no one, get the best of me Keeping my rhyme complexity, is a necessity The chemistry of my flow shows supremacy Which is why you sit there, head nodding back and forth Tapping ashes off your joint, knowing you're only going north Reflecting on the life I was given Hitting weed like I just got out of prison After a long day of being a villain I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin' *Repeat 1x Puffing on the dankest sh** in the area Fearing nothing never feeling hysteria Cause my mind is numb, THC is soothing I'm only improving, forward's where I'm moving Never taking time to reverse or write free verse Keep focus and don't get worse is what I rehearse f** anyone who wants to put me in a hearse Over jealousy, hatred, or cause of a verse But critics can s** a dick, they don't effect me One day someone will finally respect me For going through this sh**, no one will neglect me Anymore, but I can't let dreaming infect me Cause once I lost focus, my raps will start to suffer But I'll stay straight, even when it starts to get tougher But for now, I'm chilling letting this weed cover Up my pain, hoping it can help me recover Reflecting on the life I was given Hitting weed like I just got out of prison After a long day of being a villain I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin' *Repeat 1x Sitting back, wondering what goes through people's mind When they take a hit from a bowl for they first time Are they trying to find an outlet from the grind? Or are they trying to fit in? or both combined? The mainstream for a teenager is to get baked So the pussies who don't take risks, they start to fake So they can look cool, and not put their health at stake But I hate people like this, they make my brain ache I take a hit to shift off this negativity And start thinking about the gift god has given me The ability to express myself in lyrics Hoping, yet knowing that someone will hear it So I'm happy, totally faded, with a smile Determined to always go that extra mile Never get overwhelmed, no matter how big the pile Gets, just strap up, continue on while still in style See, that's the issue facing most people today Too much complaining, not enough want to slay The source of pain, anguish, and feelings of dismay But what do I know? I'm just a teen gone astray Who chooses to get high on Kush and write rhymes Watch time fly by, do crimes, but never do time