Nasha Blaque - S.C.F.D.D.S lyrics

[Intro: Sir Matthew] It keeps me grinding for a better day [Verse 1: Sir Matthew] Really I'm vexed out, really I'm stressed out Really I'm in need of a blessing, maybe all I need is a weapon Really I don't need any reverend or psychiatrist We all got problems b**h, it's part of life Paradise is a mental thing I'm losing my brain tryna find mines So is she So are you So is he So are we So we are Getting drunk, doing d**, try to live life like a superstar Rich kids with a million friends But we all know that they fakers Know my best buds ain't in it for the paper But I keep the best buds in my Raw papers [Hook: Sir Matthew, CUPIDO, Odie The Poet] Getting high when I'm feeling low It keeps me grinding for a better day That's why we smoking on that Supercalifragilisticdefinatelythedopestsh** Dopest sh**, dopest sh**, dopest sh**, dopest sh** Supercalifragilisticdefinatelythedopestsh** Dopest sh**, dopest sh**, dopest sh**, dopest sh** [Verse 2: CUPIDO] We're broken people all we do is break people It's f**ed up but everything remains equal Stay puffin on amnesia, we've all got our own reasons Going through our own seasons Rain clouds keep our gra** greener, green gra** means that I'm leaning And I'm fine for the night I'm just waiting for the countdown, soon as I come down I'm gon way way way back back back, oh my God Maybe I can't sleep, maybe I miss the feeling Maybe I miss the dreaming, maybe I don't wanna feel sh** Either way we keep the spliff lit [Outro: Odie The Poet] Getting high when I'm feeling low Keeps me grinding for a better day