WHAT DAY IS IT

I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep
I pray to god that there’s something out there more for me
My parent’s ain’t like where I’m headed
My niggas swiping that credit
Told my youngins' go get it
Whether is debit or credit
Pops would rather believe in the lotto than to trust in his son
It’s something bout believing man, it’s bigger than the sum
Bonds torn asunder
It’s something bout the drugs that I miss being under
It’s something bout the drugs that I miss being number
I know way to much man, I miss being dumber
But ignorance is bliss n' shit
But I wanted more yuh bitch
All that and a bag of chips
It’s funny how they kneeling on our necks
But still mad at Kaepernick
Uh oh (uh oh)
No no (no no)
Out on my own (out on my own)
Just me and my shadow
I been inside way to much
Lost inside this mindscape
Losing track of my days
But what really happened to US
Thought you really had my trust
Trust
Piggy grab the gun, he gon bust
Bust
Seventeen shots on a brother
But what about they mother
But what about they mother
I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep
I pray to god that there’s something out there more for me
My parent’s ain’t like where I’m headed
My niggas swiping that credit
Told my youngins' go get it
Whether is debit or credit
I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep
I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep
I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep
I close my eyes
I smoke my tree
Before I go to sleep