On the Rise

Easy to please, my bitch rolling a bleezy
Changing channels but no one watching the tv
See these seedy cats but I don’t fall into they traps
Try to cast allure and get you to bite back
But I ain’t like that
I’m tryina kick back and record it
Sparking blunt after blunt as if I can afford it
I’m caught cornered
Back from the coroner, fourth quarter
Court ordered with more tails than a book hoarder
So all I wanna do is smoke, drink, and chill
And I don’t really need more than that
And as long as you honest and as long as you real
I don’t really need more than that
Every time I get blocked I just take it and build
I don’t really need more than that
Every time I get lost seem to find myself
And I don’t really need more than that
So we toast to it
Glasses in the air
Pour a little out for the ones that can’t be here
And that’s so real
This is surreal
It’s just unreal
The way the weight of day can make one feel
Like they losing they mind and I
Feel like I’m losing my mind sometimes
Can feel myself racing out of control
Turned down the wrong road now paying the toll
And I really need to get back home
I really need to get back home
I really need to get back home
I really need to get back, get back
Great, I’m lost again
Out on a main street
Having one of the worst days in a shit week
Boutta pull the whip over and just weep
Grab a drink, go to sleep, I wanna but can’t eat
And it’s beyond me
I really don’t know how this happened
Woke up with a chip, now I’m broken into fragments
And I know some days are long but this shit is fucking madness
Need to sleep the rest away before I really lose my manners
Cuz I’m gone
And I’m gone
And I’m gone
I’m gone
And I’m gone
And I’m gone
I’m gone
And I’m gone
And I’m gone
I’m gone
And I’m gone
And I’m gone