Let Me Ride

[verse 1]
I can teach a preacher 'bout life & the shit he teaching
Through vices of life dimensions, could swim in a Pisces kitchen
I cut with the knife im given. i was taught to teach you
But when you high off life it's hard to reach you
It's like hanging out the sun roof with that AK-four7
Tattooed cross under his eye so you know the lord sent him
But when the world decides to bust back just hope the lord blessed him
Cause the world dont give a fuck about the fucks that you give
Religion, sex, or two cents, keep it to yourself we ruthless
Breathe. ventilate. no weed. for today. we high. anyway. oh lord...
Might want to suicide that bottle nigga
Cause hopes & dreams only lasts us 'til tomorrow nigga
And i still dont give a fuck, thats a 90s baby's trait
Maybe WE should give it up, but the WEED can't give it up
That THC got too much 'fuck it' who are WE to tell us 'no'?
Put your thoughts & pride above it. in TENNESSEE dont need a coat
90 degrees in december, always hot out. stay cool
& stay to yourself the easiest way up out it. no joking
The night is right, that ass poking we'll be alright like napoleon
Dynomite. vote for HYdro, they smoking light green
Fuck feelings, fuck what it might seem. who's realer? who really fighting
The war of being yourself? duplicates in a hot seat, i be...
Ro, not you. Just me, not them. LV, not them

[misc.]
So you just gone play along huh? HUH? Nah

[verse 2]
I told myself that i would write this
Then i played the instrument take & it told me what to write
Shit, it's hectic tryna view yourself from a different perspective
You more reckless than you thought
You dont give a fuck about your presents(presence) you more gifted than you thought
Gotta go, gotta go. everybody gotta know your business or you gotta show them niggas
That you stand alone but, not a ho
She suck it 'til a snotty nose i wonder if her doctor know it's not a cold
Where the hell yo' jacket boy it's cold outside
Oh no dont worry mama see it's hoes outside
Wrap her legs around me, i won't bring a baby back i promise
Dont you doubt me. like a riot, bust it buss it then im outtie
Out that parking lot, strapped up, old school, windows down
Bumping Ro, now what, you gone do? not shit
Play along, the 12 disciples' favorite song
Take this $1 and a dream, play along
Take this strap, pray along
Take this sack, play along
& when it turns sour "ion know where you got it from", let the world tell it
They leave 'em dry

Fuckit