Lighten Up

The story of my life is about nothing
Love is the red herring, money is the ...
Rather I smoke weed, make beats, and eat muffins
Energy source: vodka. Without it I can't function
The brother's life ill like bad advice
Pray'till I get it right
If I had three wishes I'd ask for world peace
A stack of pancakes and a child's figments
'Cause lucidity is too vicious
Your enemies ain't too distant'are suspicious
Whenever move will do ...
Listen, who you run to for venting and discussion?
I go find a brick wall somewhere and start cussing
A little one sided but I've gotten used to it
Besides, talking to the all feels less foolish
Life can get all up in your ass, baby
You better work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
Life and love, respect and beats
Pounds of drugs, ink and earth
Fights and hugs, folded skirts
Straighten mugs, grief and purp
Art and lust
If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up
It's tough to get a grip
When your blood, sweat, and tears keep your fingertips slick
Reality bites just as sure as it will slip
That's some free advice, the next one's got a price
And don't be stingy with the tip'so many bad days
Gotta watch in good fortune but I distrust fugaze
Like when your girl ask if she's fat
Damned if you're quiet, damned if you answer back
Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Diogenes
Walking with a limp and a lamp, searching for honesty
Can't find an ounce of it, really don't astonish me
'Cause 28 years of bullshit admonished me
I'm in a crib, lay brother, man
Writing rhymes while I ash the cig in a beer can
Hoping that this music shit'll give me a new Sedan
And millions of fans. And pussy
Life can get all up in your ass, baby
You better work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
Life and love, respect and beats
Pounds of drugs, ink and earth
Fights and hugs, folded skirts
Straighten mugs, grief and purp
Art and lust
If I was you, homie, I'd lighten up