Marbleflurs

Don't ask me questions I don't know wassup
All of this [?]specim[/?] blows up in my gut
I just want friends and a bunch of some drugs
Please don't depend all on me for too much
Can't take the pressure just take my skin off
Look in the world and I'm lost
Stick always soft
Bitches be goth
Got bricks in the loft
Check parmesan for my dinner
I really just sit there and looks like I cannabis for appetite
I just sit back and ignite
Cynical spite
Lyrical type
And [?]knowledge where i sail[/?]
To mice and mentions
Tax expansions
Smokin' the wax in a backwood
My life ain't that good
Niggas be gassin', blunts be passin', days should be passin'
I need some acid... for my... mental expansion
Building an empire
All of this sends
Follow the path and swallow the past
Wallow and laugh
Its all just a dance
Yea I'm the man
Her hand in my pants
Tell her relax I'll do it myself