

Prompt / Lyrics
it doesn't take a genius yall as it seems...... all my dreams are lost the grip of addictio....at my demons cost through the Vanessa blind,...I'm peeking hard between thev part.... where the piece is gone checking bushes.... street, trees n lawn, all I see is leeches fiends a dog.... shadow peeps and the sneaking law cuz I've been tweaking N geeking... all weekend long deep in thought... pass the weed n bongI Weeze and cough.., We up in smoke... like Cheech n chong something feelin off... weird in wrong there's no reason yall how's the snow still here..., when the witer seasons gone. big pile of powder.... and a piece straw. Woooooo..... that's clean and strong got me tight nasals clogged... I can hardly breath or talk... through my clenched teeth I jaw.... I'm dehydrated and I can't eat at all...sO many steps my feet s raw I'm headed to the moon-- on a rock hit Not the kind you fly-- but the kind ya find up in my Pocket If Your coming grab your bag and ya better hop in Bc once we take off there ain't no stopping Just sizling chopping and popping My bills rolled up like back in the day when I sold drugs Ya only get told once then get split like rolled blunt Wrapped in a bag like a cold cut Couple squares busting circles in a line dance getting tore up Double dare you dumb fucks n our worthless lying asses to come pulling up But I'm uh between ya not that damn foolish [Male Vocal] [Chorus] [Bridge]
Tags
Hick hop/rock, male
2:24
No
2/11/2026