We Building (feat. Dewey Chucks & Chill da God)

Y'all need to shit or get off the marijuana
We stay hungry, trying eat like piranhas
Off this fire, talking Benihana's
Cooking with Chill da God and stacking all the commas
Mr. Talk About Your Feelings, no topic too personal
My rhymes is too nice, my rhymes is too versatile
But I'm just a carpenter's son
Trying to reap the many benefits of the sun
And art itself is an extension
Of one's self, so I use this expression
As a sword in the war against depression
A battle to achieve a sort of self ascension
I'm the aforementioned benefit of the sun
Trying to love myself as I search for the one
When the feels is too real, and the beat is too chill
Y'all playing catch up, trying to muster up the will

We building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
Yea

These pillars is important
The devil is sitting in a rhinestone tatted up fortress
Building a house for the world to resort in
We killing off our people and we watching reinforcements
House of the hill, gotta fix what we can't see
Seven Miller Lite's in the pantry
With my name on it, no Bambi
Improvement comes from having to plan to build what you can't see
We wallow in the water, I'm drowning in the aura
Hope my daughter see her father was a man of the honor
Hope my son see the man with the light
'Cause darkness swallow bodies in the lamb of the life, aiight
I'm on my Tim Allen foundation
Need tools to slash any rules in the way that will get me impatient
Barking up the wrong tree Nathan, the house won't build itself

My n, we building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
A better world for the children
Building
Yea