As I sit here and smoke this blunt, I realize I got a lot of people mad at me, men and women But, oh well, it does not matter to me
I can't give no reasons for the way I be I know I'm complicated but that's just a part of me I try to fix emotions but that's hard for me Cause I don't give a fuck about a lot of things
Since I was a youngin' I knew a lot of things I say more than what I should have if you asking me You see Stewart Forest Cove And my old house is where my heart sleeping for eternity
They say why you mad I say don't talk to me You say the wrong things I break your arteries The violence I construct it feel like art to me I do it easily, I know i'm off the edge, but that comfort me
I remember memories and destiny I put my back into the black sand and I fell asleep Nowadays, I don't rest so easily I might say a lot but I don't say everything
I know things that can't be said so openly I know things that folks don't know that's close to me I know people lie that's why none close to me I'm just smoking weed tryna find the truth about a lot of thingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
