[Intro: D Smoke] Uh, hate ain't worth a dollar and a lie ain't worth a cent, so Who you workin' for, who you represent? Hate ain't worth a dollar and a lie ain't worth a cent, so Who you workin' for, who you represent?
[Verse 1: D Smoke] What if what you believe Don't agree with what you perceive? On a beach with bikinis, butt shots and lust Havin' trust is a reach, like Abdul Kareem Life on your heels, a pair of Louboutins Louboutins make good fuel for things Project livin,' government assistance Knife on your sheath won't cut through the cheese Made to blaze trails and cut through the leaves Stuck to my dream, like, fuck you beneath Missionary, it's a scary leap Prison carry many buried seeds Mother Mary, son done made a visionary Out a kid, could barely see feet Pass is block and out of stock is bound to stock And put fruit upon family tree, preach
[Chorus: SiR] I keep some weed for all my visitors I keep some drank too, too They roll that leaf and slur their sentences That shit be dank too But what's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense or that grain we go against? What's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense? Ain't common
[Interlude: Woman Speaking] That's why I don't fuck with humans Swear all I need is me, some tree, and you know A little bit to sip on And I know it's small doses of poison, but I swear If I listened to people, I wouldn't have peace
[Verse 2: SiR] These niggas sound like the Feds Still there's a price on my head for playing my position Half of my heart been misled The other half get depression, but I halfway listen Do-re-mi, faithfully But lately, I hate to see The patience it be takin' me to sit still Would it kill me to follow his will? Apologize, spoke too soon That rose aimin' at an open wound That rose aimin' at an open wound December rain in the heart of June
[Chorus: SiR] I still got weed for all my visitors I got some drank too We rollin' leaf and slurrin' sentences That shit be dank too But what's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay for common sense or that grain we go against? What's the price we pay for common sense? What's the price we pay? Ayy-ee
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[Outro] It seem like The more sane I try to be, the more insane I feel, but The more I embrace how different I am The more everything makes senseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
