they tell me its gonna get better/ and is gon be alrite/ but nothings changed/ y this shit gotta be in my life/ but ill survive ill make it/ but please dont juge me as i get faded/ wen im wasted i can take it/ but if i was to stay sober it would be over/ i cant help that smokin n a lil bit of lean/ is what keeps me from losing my mind/ but wen im gone on a bean/ ill prolly began using my nine/ im tired of all this animosity/ its gone be alrite/ but alrite hasnt got to me
i carry guns in a guitar case, call me Mariachi if we get misplaced, & we dont ever get to see face to face, im on my way what the fucks wrong wit yall, a prodigy i was: back against the wall, i fell right thru, who da fuck knew? id resurrect like a guru, & im back like im foreign, roarin soarin, eating speakin skeeten, & the niggas i roll wit are he-men, yall vegans, im the light at the end of the tunnel yall seekin, message me if anything cuz im leavin.....
