intro:
Stick it in and break it off
The knife so deep,
A drag turns into a cough
And money turns into weed.
Can you make it out? The sound?
It's so f*****g loud!
It must be at least on eleven or twelve,
Loud enough to not hear my narcissistic self...
I cannot think of things to say
I've written every line I can
So what do I do dad?
Oh yeah...
lyrics:
I hit up Dan we got a bowl to smoke
And Jorden too cause he got the toke
I didn't wake up till two
Worked at noon
Been hittin too much bloons
Probably gotta quit soon (right...)
I still got this feeling
Dancing in my head
That you still love me
But your fam n friends want me dead
They want me dead
But here I stand
Woke up dreaming
Got the pills that I needed
Hit the s**t, shower, shave button
It was nothing
Hit some homies up, trying to find some W
Got it, pick out the seeds and blow it
You know it, but wasn't I suppose to do homework or somethin'?
I still got this feeling
Dancing in my head
That you still love me
But your fam n friends want me dead
They want me dead
But here I stand
So alone yet
Like a man
Small town "n****s"
Or what I think of
As poor children risen up
From the ghetto
I don't see color
I see love and W and scrubs who think it's wrong to know
What everyone knows, but refuse to believe
That everything's changing and changed
I still got this feeling
Dancing in my head
That you still love me
But your fam n friends want me dead
They want me dead
But here I stand
Here I STAND!
I don't think blacks are n****s
I don't think homos are f**s
And since when do the Mexicans actually have the wet back?
I like chicken and watermelon, who the f**k doesn't?
And I got every color of cousin
The dirty dozen, the love season, the cold hoodlums
I still got this feeling
Dancing in my head
That you still love me
But your fam n friends want me dead
They want me dead
But here I stand