Lifted

Verse 1:
I've been away from this shit for a minute now
I ain't gon lie, I've been inspired but it's different now
How people change and they got me switching lanes
I wish they would catch a fade
Keep me out of all they games, but damn
What's a life without contrary, the bomb's wary
People only snatching your soul like I've been married
Young Jim Carrey or possibly Chip Perry
I'm Autotrading on their ass
I think they sense they're not scary
Very Mary, the poison is something daring
I ain't even gotta front but the vibe is overbearing
Am I really so cut out for this shit? I don't know
But imma keep on rolling until the ball hits the goal
We on something beautiful and beautiful is suitable
It's juvenile and doable, the high is therapeutical
So when I question this life and if I'm living it right
What other one would I be living?
Cause I'm high as a kite

Hook:
On music and this music shit alone
Imma make this shit my home
Imma sit up on my throne
You don't like me? Make it known
All the bullshit, let it go
We ain't living if we ain't on the road, that's fasho
I keep the paper rolled in my hand
Pass the keef and the light
I'll pass it right in demand
But first let me smoke
I need a toke for the gram
I'm lifted and you don't understand
No, you don't understand

Verse 2:
Yeah, I wonder if I'll ever make it
Spent countless nights waiting over meditating
Got tired of pacing so I pursued it, I'm shaken
I need a second to breathe
Cause I've been feeling the weight and hold up
Fuck the politicking, ball or ticket
Are you in the peanut gal. or are you in the business?
Saying bye to friends who try to send me all their naked pictures
Little girl I got a mistress
And she better than some instas with 600 likes
You only do it for hype
But that's another story
One that come and go with the time
I'm in my fuckin zone and I ain't losing sight
Nobody bringing me down because the Lord is my light
And the core is my vice
And these words are the type
To put you in the mood at the roll of a dice
Think about it for a second, are you living his life?
I'd like to say I am because I'm as a kite, run it

Hook:
On music and this music shit alone
Imma make this shit my home
Imma sit up on my throne
You don't like me? Make it known
All the bullshit, let it go
We ain't living if we ain't on the road, that's fasho
I keep the paper rolled in my hand
Pass the keef and the light
I'll pass it right in demand
But first let me smoke
I need a toke for the gram
I'm lifted and you don't understand
No, you don't understand