lets smoke another one and feel a little###bersome
cuz this whole time, all i needed was a loaded gun
suicides on the tour bus, who am i, there are two of us?


d-fro is just the who that does
instrumentals with the instant mental

coincidental he's alone inside his residential
that's a pencil that's he's holding


to hope the holy ghost hording the horrid inside he pouring
like pourage inside a holy bowl
smoke it down, live it up, now i'm kinda broke

broke ties with the family now he's kinda broke

broke rhymes with the many now he's kinda dope

potent with the quote floating like the only boat
that's his only hope
make a track that, people wanna track back

tat that up around your inner thigh and that's that
abstract, next time i push i know i'll wrap that
cuz my BMs tripping like an acid tab


i'm just living my life, there's no way i can change
in this acid rain.

aaaa a a acid rain

im stoned as this graphite act like nothing can bother me

but inside i am honestly too hurt for the apology
i kinda be up in my own place old face remember me
and act like they're kin to me


but they never came to show love, whenever i showed up
so i guess its show'nuff

we all got %#@! to do, i dont judge
i'd rather work at progressin it, insuring purpose and excellance
purples serve as the lessons the herbal within the esseance


the questioning and the guessin of drama has no progression
and lessen the worth of words so i serve them with protection

i'm rather offended by the image with attention
big chain, hella fame nothin but a weapon


to use against the foolish that dont have clues of pressin
an album but guessin i blow up soon
hopefully if you relate than so i can hold up you