the steep The flat is where you scorn Buckling, stead you breathing Weed your thoughts There's something missing Yielded to you Why the strain? Sour taste with every word
landing on the steep the flat is where you scorn buckling, steadu breathing weed your thoughts there's something missing yielded to you why the strain sour taste with every word
that I put up with all this pain I've been used and I was choking on the promise I would never fall again I used to sing to your twisted symphony The words
appeared like you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s
Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment Would you capture it? Or just let it slip, yo His palms
at you no more And I don't think you'll ever understand Until you get a dose of your own It's your turn now Crazy how I never used to say a single word
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger
'm the weedman I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on choking, I'm the weedman I'm the weedman, yeah Boi, wear corduroy Hey, gimme some herbs, the word
towels cover the smoke alarms and doors See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time And I burn mine, don't you ever ever
smoke then I choke and laugh, then toke on the left hand side No joke work can touch these Los Angeles souls We twist herbs up The word's a dangerous
motherfucking bitch But I stay and still stick it out with you even though I just hit you today But you deserve it you hit me first and provoked me to choke
grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals skirts get mirked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever
fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z Ho's in animal skirts get mirked Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever
the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame Like them Cadillacs with
more attention Then I started wantin the whole crowd to know every word of my shit an sing it loud Yes we are mess with ev you get my best Im tryin to
May they roam the earth for thousands days Give 'em a body of a slave May the lord strike this earth with pestilence and plagues If I ever lay, may they cover me with
it open, I'm poking like a Sidekick Heard my former A&R trying to give me words to rhyme with I told him choke on these nuts and I don't know the Heimlich
with intent to kill And end the brutality inflicted on us by cops Best believe, I won't stop Teachin' science in step with Farrakhan Drop a dope bomb, word
