Acid
And I'm rolling swishers
And you know when I smoke I get all in my feelings
And you know when I smoke I start to see reflections
Of things of the past
And things that ain't last
Old friendships that ain't amass
Relationships who let me drive this boat
I let this shit crash
How it look feeding things that no longer serve me
Here's a tip my nigga
Watch ya wording
Hurt people hurt people, shit, haven't you heard it
Shit you bleed, shit I bleed too
Oh you lost someone you love? I guess I'm see through
Am I strong enough for this? Could I see this through?
It's not a pissing contest between me and you
I hope you hear this too
Had to redesign purpose
I never loved someone before, never loved my own person
But all for belonging
And all for the longing
And all for the right reasons
Yet all for the wrong ones
And all throughout the seasons
Give me my flowers yeah before I need 'em
I bloomed, I blossomed
I grew, I popped it
I weeded out my competition, considered options
I keep my grass low, I see the snakes
I ain't the same nigga you asking for, I see the fakes
And I don't jack flows, I make currents
Y'all ride waves, I stay current
It's obvious what's more important
Y'all visions must be distorted
You making this trash shit yet still want to be rewarded
I don't get it
Yeah I don't get it
I really don't
You shooting for stars
Your stars got ceilings
My bars are crystal clear
This is for healing
I got sick of the feelings
Sick over pandemic
And doc knew what it was
Yet I wondered what did it
I made some bad calls and shit, I got left on delivered
I made some bad calls and shit, yeah I got the message
My mom deserve better
And how she there for everyone else, but nobody is with her
And how am I her only son but it's something I picked up
I really wish I went to school for a trade I could pick up
I'm yo 9 to 5 nigga
I live in a 3 floor apartment
These women rent out my heart and
My pipe dreams from leaky faucet
I'm tapping my inner artist
From a 2 bed 1 bath in the booth
Up in my closet
This dirty laundry is toxic
I need to air out my problems
Before it fuck up my linens
Before your true colors stain
The rest I think of my image
Don't sit on my bed with outside clothes
The fuck you thinking bitch
And you know when I smoke I get all in my feelings
And you know when I smoke I start to see reflections
Of things of the past
And things that ain't last
Old friendships that ain't amass
Relationships who let me drive this boat
I let this shit crash
How it look feeding things that no longer serve me
Here's a tip my nigga
Watch ya wording
Hurt people hurt people, shit, haven't you heard it
Shit you bleed, shit I bleed too
Oh you lost someone you love? I guess I'm see through
Am I strong enough for this? Could I see this through?
It's not a pissing contest between me and you
I hope you hear this too
Had to redesign purpose
I never loved someone before, never loved my own person
But all for belonging
And all for the longing
And all for the right reasons
Yet all for the wrong ones
And all throughout the seasons
Give me my flowers yeah before I need 'em
I bloomed, I blossomed
I grew, I popped it
I weeded out my competition, considered options
I keep my grass low, I see the snakes
I ain't the same nigga you asking for, I see the fakes
And I don't jack flows, I make currents
Y'all ride waves, I stay current
It's obvious what's more important
Y'all visions must be distorted
You making this trash shit yet still want to be rewarded
I don't get it
Yeah I don't get it
I really don't
You shooting for stars
Your stars got ceilings
My bars are crystal clear
This is for healing
I got sick of the feelings
Sick over pandemic
And doc knew what it was
Yet I wondered what did it
I made some bad calls and shit, I got left on delivered
I made some bad calls and shit, yeah I got the message
My mom deserve better
And how she there for everyone else, but nobody is with her
And how am I her only son but it's something I picked up
I really wish I went to school for a trade I could pick up
I'm yo 9 to 5 nigga
I live in a 3 floor apartment
These women rent out my heart and
My pipe dreams from leaky faucet
I'm tapping my inner artist
From a 2 bed 1 bath in the booth
Up in my closet
This dirty laundry is toxic
I need to air out my problems
Before it fuck up my linens
Before your true colors stain
The rest I think of my image
Don't sit on my bed with outside clothes
The fuck you thinking bitch
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Fetus
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