Song About Weed

Could never draw inside the line could never paint perfect picture

Only God in these rhymes could never be a perfect nigga

Ten toes to my soul I'll never help serve a witness

Maybe learned you a good lesson but tell me who learning with ya

Tell me who burning with you

Tell me who turning with you

Better be the same nigga when you earn they earning with a ya

Only want the same people around when I turn official

That fame that I'm approaching is much like a burning pistol

Get the feeling when it blow

But it burn ya hands slow

Now you stuck asking ya self and God how you left ya soul

Ain't no warmth in the feeling of guilt do you feel the cold?

That's too much deep shit do you got some weed to roll

Aye snap that nigga and ask if he got some more of that wedding cake or gorilla glue. Shit had me slumped last weekend I swear to God

Inhale

Breath

Don't waste

My weed

I smoke alone

(Be happy)

I shared my cone

Inhale

Breath

Don't waste

My weed

I smoke alone

(Be happy)

I shared my cone

Use to create when I was little

Had these worlds that I would live in

We was down by 38 I use to pray for something different

Now the age I'm at now I don't think God is listens

Or maybe he do and I ain't seeing what he's givin

We all children

Still wishing

That we find what we missing

Since I was 6 hated always feeling I was distant

And the unanswered questions you get from being Christian

And the fear of death that always come up that nobody mentioned

Now I'm grown and full of knowledge

Still trap in this college

With full of unwashed clothes thrown in my closet

I see that all my friends is happy what if that leaves me forgotten

Just things that cross my mind when I ain't to busy coughing

Aye mane fuck that we gon go to the get right see if we can get them gummies again. Edibles go harder anyway. Fuck that