Greens From Shillong

Greens from Shillong make the whole room levitate
Used to smoke crap and I used to wish better days
Lyrically making more sense than I ever made
Call me skinny but every bar I spit is heavyweight
Greens from Shillong make the whole room levitate
Used to smoke crap, used to wish better days
Can't have everything when you're getting paid
Substance dependency, bro can you relate?

Used to take a nap when I couldn't afford meals
Now I make money while I sleep, from the deals
Always on the go like my sneakers have got wheels
Can't catch a breath till an MOU is sealed
Never had to fake it on Instagram reels
You can try to break me but you'll never make me kneel
Make my hallucinations and my grind real
Messes up my head just to tell how it feels

Is the paranoia coming from the bong?
Or is God trying to tell me that I'm wrong?
When it gets to the head, I'm gone
My therapist can't tell what I'm on

Come on, got it all fixed
Smoking on
Now I'm officially on this
And it is awesome
And awkwardly telling
all the people to offer
Is not good as taking bong hits
And feeling all in

We've got time
All of the time, chill and unwind
All of the time
Floating by like autumn flies
Sparks fly
Light it up 4th of July
I needed you
In the nick of time

Baby, come take me
Up and far away
I need
Need a trip to outer space
You know
You know my specific taste
Won't you, come take me
Come take me away
Come take me away
Take me away

Greens from Shillong make the whole room levitate
Used to smoke crap and I used to wish better days
Lyrically making more sense than I ever made
Call me skinny but every bar I spit is heavyweight
Greens from Shillong make the whole room levitate
Used to smoke crap, used to wish better days
Can't have everything when you're getting paid
Substance dependency, bro can you relate?

Is the paranoia coming from the bong?
Or is God trying to tell me that I'm wrong?
Smoke greens and the troubles are just gone
Struggles of the street, that's where I belong

Okay, let me simply say, I will be okay
One day, when I'm fully stable and fully sane
But today, there's a mental pain, stressing on my brain
Making paper getting baked is the only way
Let me play

Burns my lungs
To burn the greens
Oh my plug is on a train back
From the North East

Every time I choose to take a break and see what I've built
I notice what I had to leave and that just adds to my guilt
Smoking the pain away made a void that had to be filled
I wanted to change but there were things I had to be still
The greens slowed me
I asked myself how long has it been taking me?
Is the pain making me stronger or is it just breaking me?
Am I becoming sluggish? Or the greens waking me?
Am I making mistakes or are my mistakes making me?
I saw my mom's call but I don't think I'll answer that
She will ask me questions and I don't wish to answer crap
I only answer honestly and I hate how it lands with that
I'm broken but she isn't capable of understanding that
Or maybe she is, but she will not accept
Because for their generation there was no mental health
By suppressing all the pain, all the issues could be dealt
But they got passed to their children and showed up when they turned twelve, yes?

I can't survive
Without the greens
They burn me but they are
A smaller enemy