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I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
 But you look ugly
 And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
 Depressed through this dimension
 And I think I failed to mention
 That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
 Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
 Following my dreams feel like following my death wish
 She said she know just how that stress gets
 When you hungry and you just trying to eat breakfast
 And nobody feel your message feel
 Good enough to wake up and then fall back to sleep
 It's a bad car to go get involved in like half the shit that I see
 Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right
 I spit that shit that give the feeling of the seaside
 Hungover in Pitts, but with the flick of the wrist
 Yo I can kick shit like this, I be as good as it gets
 Even through armor vices, my inner being Rastafarian
 Always one-hundred three-times you'll get Spartacus
 What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists?
 Said I'm an artist bitch, do this shit so artifice
 In it for the hardships, the nonsense of reaping attention
 Homie rolled up a blessing, we in a world with no exits
 You gotta give me a second, straighten up and get balanced
 My homie flipped on a record, I beat it up ain't no challenge
 I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
 But you look ugly
 And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
 Depressed through this dimension
 And I think I failed to mention
 That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
 Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
 Following my dreams feel like following my death wish (let's go)
 Ayo, reach and you slip a backpedal
 I do my homework blazed and gets A's, I'm mad mellow
 I hear the sad fellows get they fix when I spit
 Like that sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit
 Sometimes life is full of shit, too many damn to-do lists
 But yo I learned if you ain't coolin' you just being foolish
 I used to think that I'ma die early, like mid-thirties
 But fuck that I'ma rise early, and ride dirty
 I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it
 I try to walk with God but got some hoes up in my slippers
 And so I keep on slippin', get tangled in the mischief
 So in a nutshell I'm just a sinner named Christian
 But still they keep me spinnin' when they drinkin' on they lonely
 I'm rollin' like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music shit
 And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro)
 Everybody rockin' plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up)
 I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
 But you look ugly
 And I ain't ever trippin' bout the lack of company
 'Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
 Depressed through this dimension
 And I think I failed to mention
 That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
 Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
 Following my dreams feel like following my death wish
 Ayo let it go
 Damn, damn
 Damn, yo
 Damn