InTheEndItsNotUpToMe

Somewhere between the graveyard and the forest, I’m somewhere just smokin'
The temperature drop but for me It’s still hot, cause I’m from where its snowin
Weatherman reporting «woods get stale, so remember to close 'em»
Don’t fuck with my motion, catch me a case and then close it like Conan
6 in the mornin', Don’t do no yawnin', creep while you sleep, thought you said
that you want it
Feast when I eat, while you pourin' up porridge, rather be me then be what you
supposed to
That mean you’ll never be nothin' but fake, so watch how I do it and say that
you hate
Then copy paste and say we can relate, to not be original that ain’t a lane
But somehow they livin' like that everyday, way to content with just lookin'
the same
Same fuckin' views, same fucking brain
Fuck is a label somebody please tell me, if there’s a contract, they know not
to involve me
I roll all the nickels, I make all my money, so how the fuck you supposed to
tempt me with hundreds
What is a thousand, what is a million, to someone that knows the price has risen
SESH is who with me, moving to quickly, no future prices, this shit changing
weekly
Death is so easy, life is so random, now he just do it, and money they hand him
Some get a check and go live in the Hamptons, me I buy fruit, dope,
and diamonds in cash
What
Wait
Wait
SESH