Bong Rips in First Person

Facing bong rips in first person
Long trips, they might serve you
Caught between a rock and the raw Earth
From Mom's cooking
Straight to choke bread and yard bird
What's the value? What's our worth?
Who's the law above our birth?
It's just the way that the cards turn

Trying to live righteous, what's our purpose?
Caught lacking we move forward
Collect the stacks for the billboard
Send the packs through the mail for 'em
What's in your pocket?
What's in your wallet?
What's in your heart?
What's in your conscious?
The pain we harbor, where do we start?

What's something new compared to the natural order of ways
We fail to grow and
All the plots just mold and decay
I'm just a man too scared to
Go and look the storm in the face
Don't force it bro
I'm prone to move and zone
At my own lil pace
I'm in my own lil space
I'm in my own time frame
The clock ticks away but
I play it, I move slowly
Listen to what they told me
Promise that they don't know me, nah
I do it all on my lonely
I do it all for the homies
I do it all for my brody

All the love that I gave
That I never got back
From riding around town
To anxious because I can't stop
Do she really love me?
I doubt it because she shouldn't
I'm balling out of control and
The process is really something
Ain't nobody ever told me it would hurt like this
Don't need Patek on me baby, I don't show my wrists
Fuck my mind up, cash a check and ima splurge like this
And everybody else be talkin to the birds I guess

Facing bong rips in first person
Long trips, they might serve you

Trying to live righteous, what's our purpose?
Caught lacking we move forward
Collect the stacks for the billboard
Send the packs through the mail for 'em
What's in your pocket?
What's in your wallet?
What's in your heart?
What's in your conscious?
The pain we harbor, where do we start?



Credits
Writer(s): Silas Yannott
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