spliff in the middle
Listen to this song with two fucking earphones in
Light a spliff in the middle of the day, uh
High as shit, feel it tickling my brain
God cant hear me cus I whisper when I pray
No assistance for the pain
Got me listing all these names
That betrayed my heart
Boy, I play it smart
Ready steady on my feet before races start
My brain is dreading all this heat before I lay these bars in
Man this music helps escape the hardships
So I stay up writing tracks
So these mfs keep on saying that I'm nice with that
Get somewhere in life with raps
Better do it right and grind
Soon to come you'll begin to feel the rise and shine
Snakes bite behind
But I'm immune to the poison
Making tunes keep it boiling in the pan
I'm a new disappointment to my fam
And I'm losing the choices for my path
That's when using my voice just comes to hand, Uh
Along with the penmanship
And I wanted me gone, tried to end this shit
He was lost and god was just testing him
When I jot, man I never let the pencil slip
I might make some errors, but I erase all era's
That I misprint cuz my history was based on terror
And I make songs better
Than these fake bar setters
Those fuckers say nonsense
And what they say don't matter
Light a spliff in the middle of the day, uh
High as shit, feel it tickling my brain
God cant hear me cus I whisper when I pray
No assistance for the pain
Got me listing all these names
That betrayed my heart
Boy, I play it smart
Ready steady on my feet before races start
My brain is dreading all this heat before I lay these bars in
Man this music helps escape the hardships
So I stay up writing tracks
So these mfs keep on saying that I'm nice with that
Get somewhere in life with raps
Better do it right and grind
Soon to come you'll begin to feel the rise and shine
Snakes bite behind
But I'm immune to the poison
Making tunes keep it boiling in the pan
I'm a new disappointment to my fam
And I'm losing the choices for my path
That's when using my voice just comes to hand, Uh
Along with the penmanship
And I wanted me gone, tried to end this shit
He was lost and god was just testing him
When I jot, man I never let the pencil slip
I might make some errors, but I erase all era's
That I misprint cuz my history was based on terror
And I make songs better
Than these fake bar setters
Those fuckers say nonsense
And what they say don't matter
Credits
Writer(s): Tec Yurdad
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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