Grape Blunts In Memoriam

VERSE 1:
I see them faces of terror, my mind be playing tricks
Still nocturnal every season, smoking dope can't give a shit
About a thing, and often i'm finding solace in that rain
Probably spark another blunt and hope to see another day
Slow-mo how i'm rollin, i could give a fuck about the fame
For the love of the game, i got things that i'm doing, mane
It's getting real fucking hard tryna keep it sane
Let them underestimate, boy we still be getting paid

VERSE 2:
That cold weather always finds a way to make you feel
There's plenty people out here walking, scraping for a meal
Done had some homies tell me chase this shit but they ain't here
I still ain't come to terms with how you're gone, it's been some years
Better make or break yourself and dreams when it comes to this shit
And there ain't no point in showing up if you just don't commit
You'll end up lost without your sense of environment
My choice is smoking blunts for all the homies who ain't with us