Good Luck

I'm seeing surround sound round town, I'm geekin' out
The trees drooping down to the ground
The clouds peeking out, the reefer loud
Feelings I'm seeking ain't coming easy
Need to breathe through mouth and practice peace to fracture all my demons now
You reach for clout
Back of the bimmer, I'm chiefin' weed & Milds
Fiending for the nicotine dreams to come defeat my doubt
Drought for the ones tryna drip off the God's work
Mars with the bars now just watch how this star burst
Stalling through my situation till I'm worse in it
Need to motivate for the cake, it keep the Earth spinnin'
Need to grind, need to stay up all the time
Every hour in the day stay devoted to my world mission
Visions written, I speak em through scripture
Pictures usually don't mean shit till you get the picture
Make sure the price right before you put in the fixture
Cause some guys let pride finance they commitments

Wood walks are my therapy
Shrooms yelling "hi" to me as I float over the cherry trees
The wood spark then it's clear to me
All this shit I see from day to day don't matter long as there is me
Light at the end of the tunnel, still runnin'
Tryna take all this bad and make something good from it
Good luck, good luck, good luck they say
Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck they say
Thanks



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Writer(s): Lync Lone
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