These days go by I cry that’s nada I’m putting on these shoes and then I’m putting on a smile Everybody has days like this thank my conscious I couldn’t give a message from my heart with no body My heart on the table this scape from the bottom If I had the bad sprit I’d drink straight from the bottle But my spirits high it’s probably cause I smoke my heads foggy And based off this laced offer my heart soften I thank god send me a message my hearts honest I’m wide open pass me the ball I won’t drop it Cash in the vault - they can’t stop us From what to one hundred grand to hundred grands often Rise of the planet of the thank you conscious If this smile was plastered on then I could take off it Made in gods image , childish but grown up since how’s it From a dream to these steps where I can’t tell difference Am I heaven still good heaven why miss it The history books forget about us and the Bible never mentioned