I don’t think my brain is workin too good lately.
I live behind a hood like it’ll save me.
But I can’t blame me
I haven’t been to happy
But she she’s never looked better rollin a blunt
Tongue under the wrapper
Like I wonder what she’s after.
We’re blowin o’s in the bathroom and she talkin about not wanting to die a virgin
And I’m just thinkin about what we’d look like behind the shower curtain
I’m not for certain but I’ve been know to lift a few skirts and
Shake the knees
No need for batteries
I’m built to please
Although I have no sanity.
Come through and put your hands on me
I’m sick and tired smoking loosie leaf.
It’s too much heat.
Watchin her walk across the room knowing ill probably never beat
Fuck that I’m tryin to live life swisher sweet.
Would you care to here what’s on a poets brain?
It’s mostly abstract thoughts under rain.
I write so often I don’t think I’m using my own brain.
I reup so much my dealer doesn’t tell me the strain.
My body is in strain
But really hustlers don’t sleep.
I’m taking kush naps.
Waiting for the next relapse.
Maybe she’ll hit me up when she’s ready to collapse.
I’ll sing you pretty lullabies
About why my mama cries
To help you sleep at night.
I’ll never know why the news lies
But I can be the next guy to tell you new lies.
I’ll give you what you need and even rub your feet tonight.
I would love to be an actor
So I could destroy my life in front of millions.
I could break down and show some weakness
While pushing everyone I loved away.
All of this routine would be appreciated.
Hell, maybe I could win an oscar.
Who is an actor that’s not acting?
Much like a song bird with no lyrics.
I can’t find my purpose
It’s hard not to feel worthless
I wish cigarettes were worth less
And my dealer would hook me up just once.
But life isn’t fair like that
Even though yesterday I took five naps.
No one is in control of me.
Not even me.
Yeah yeah yeah
You treated me like royalty
But you questioned my loyalty
No no no
You won’t keep ahold of me
I spread my wings and set myself free.
Oh take me to land of all the cigarettes
And if I forget my lighter give me a lover.
My old one left my heart to heavy I need another.
Take my to the land where cancer doesn’t exist
So I can smoke as much as I’d like to
And can clear my head more than I try to.
I want to live on a beach of Newports
And float in a hammock by the sea
And drift in your arms by the sea.
Let me see,
Let me see what you’re like undressed.
Girl I’ve seen you keep you’re heart on your chest
And honestly, you see, I’m pretty impressed.
If you could keep me company maybe i could put mine back in my chest.
I could hum songs to you when I don’t know the rest.
I’ve been flooded with stress
And I’d love to see an ocean of cigarettes.
I could smoke them all or drown trying.
I really wish I were lying
But if there’s hope for you I’ll keep trying.
Trying to spark love from strangers
Is like pourin water on paper
But I try and I wave to her.
I might even try to behave for her.
I might put a name on my grave for her.
If she smokes cigarettes I might lose my brain for her
You see I crave for her.
Hell, I might stand in the rain for her
But one things for sure.
There’s only one thing on my mind
When I’m smoking a cigarette
And leaving the past behind.
In my dreams, I kill myself.
I don’t wake up but I don’t die.
I just lay in blood and cry.
You think that I don’t fight fair
When really I need to breathe Christ’s air,
Somebody put another leg on my chair.
If I should die before I wake
I pray my thoughts are safe.
The way that I’ve been thinkin,
You should be happy that I left.
I’m beyond stressed.
You don’t understand that I’m depressed
And how fastly you moved on is hard to digest.
I want to grab your throat again but not digress.
I want you’re heart to hurt so much it breaks your chest.
I could never tell if I hated you or myself.
Its hard for me to take care of myself.
I think this weed has me paranoid
And it doesn’t really fill the void anymore.
Lately I feel destroyed anymore.
Now I’m alone.
I can’t imagine this ending well.
If I don’t make it try to save me from hell.
Living with my thoughts is a lot like being in a cell.
I need the arms of grace to repel from the sky.
A sight so beautiful it makes butterflies cry.
You’ll see my kicked back in a halo
With a pretty girl on a rainbow
Smokin a blunt
And countin up my pesos.
This is what will happen because I say so.