Текст песни
Pick up my sanity
After it just ran from me
Everybody got a drug
You know love sex lies vanity
This a nigga talking as he hit the blunt blatantly
Whether you keep you soul or sell it to an agency
Preying on the need to survive
Why is near death when a nigga fell most alive
Believing in rap is more fiction than Bigfoot
No hat no apron but a nigga still cook
Whatchu gon
Whatchu gon
Whatchu gon do with the bread
Whatchu gon do in ya head
When the lights are the brightest
And the women are the finest
And the drugs don't even need
lighters
Do these additions have a minus
Will gold make me fell like Midas
Or will time simply run right by us
Will a nigga get tired as he spits these fires
If a nigga ain't rapping the tell me I'm a liar
I used only think about the hoes and the bread
But now I get fucked up off the thoughts in my head
I needa Roll up
Sit down
And light another one up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
And light another one up
As time goes by
And life runs short I think
Who am I
To expect more and not do more
What time will bring only time will tell
But what if mine