Yeah... Futurism... Ugh, Listen.

Ever since I turned out to be a smoker, me and all my friends departed from being closer, Smoking up, Never sober, I'm spitting what I'm living or what I'm suppose-ta, Ghosting now, Spacing with my eyes closed, I originate, Never do I clone, Physically there, But honestly, I'm mentally Gone,Mary Jane, all inside of my Very veins, Mary takes me as a Pilot & Flies me like planes,Paper sheets, with some weed, yeah we roll it up, I'm tripping balls but never throwing up, Girls dancing and they back it up, They back me up against the wall, Catch me when I fall, You ain't there so I don't call, Early in the morning, Yes i'm cooking eggs, Throw In some waffles & had a slice of bread, Take this slice of life & if you Slice you'll end up dead, I'm spitting bars & rapping, Like I lost my head...