prod. Bliss
Lyrics:
Too much talkin’
Not enough listen
Where the God
This world is missin
Who’d a thought
We’d be the victims,
Of our own,
Good intentions
Pullin’ cars and
Off the wagon
Foolish thoughts
I often have em
Momma hates the
Cigs I’m dragin’
Imma change
It’s just a habit
Not an addict
Just a fad a
Passing phase
My ass is faded.
Fuck..
Not a nodder
Not a tweaker
Not a drunk
Just high as fuck.
Ambition is missin
But so is the stress and
I’m thinkin’ it’s better
But feelin’ depressed.
Blow tree like the weather-
To feel like I’m blessed…
Blow tree like the weather…
Just to forget
I-don’t really,
Need-this shit.
I don’t even,
Feel the hit
I don’t really
Feel a thing
That’s a fucked up
Feelin’ man.
Wanna fuckin’
Feel again
Say today
Like yesterday
That Imma quit…
One day I will.
Before the day
The smoke will kill.
Start livin blessed and
Feelin’ Self.
Start livin less
In fear of self.
Aim for stars
Start seein’ wealth
Paint, inner world
Outer fix itself
Pain, how the world
Learn-to change it-self
I learned to stay the self
Through de-structive times…
Instructive lows
And love the highs
Tough to find
The love inside
But love inside
Is soul, spine
From so depressed
To so divine
I’m soaked as hell
With hope for life
I hope it’s real
I cope with time…
My people weird
My people fly
No evil here
My people light
Grateful for
The day divine
We grateful for
This loving life
We grateful for
The day we die.
I-don’t really,
Need-a hit.
I don’t even,
Feel depressed
I been feelin’
Focused and
What a fuckin
Feelin man.
God I fuckin’
Feel again
Love today
Like yesterday
I’ll never quit…
This heaven sent
Blessed life
Live and love
Love never dies
