Run Em’ Thru The Sticks

Verse 1:

My home town ain't my city
Populations kinda low
Homegrown
Like the weed is stemy
But i'm about blow
Like sniffing particles ontop
Of the nintendo
Driving in the snow
Ball bat hanging out the window
And my eyes are stoned
Roll a zone
Bag a zip
Sold it to my friends
So I'm never smoking my own shit
Yeah, i knew the risk
And learned the rules
This roads a school
Never went to class
Had shit to do
Somehow i still passed
Well, my girl did my homework too
I'm not sure if i chose this path
The path kinda picked me
Clashed when we crossed paths
And the teenager was high
And giggling
We used to meet up at the trails
Burn trees
Inhale
Exhale
Learned how to freestyle
Next to that burning tire smell
We weren't pouring out patron
We had that moonshine
Brewed in someones cousins home
Smoke em' if you got em
Better burn it to the bone
Yeah, i'm a little outta place
But gimme the mic
And lets head to outer space

Hook: (2x)

Been on the outside
Like neglected canines
In the winter time
These streets done froze
I ain't from your part of the city
I'm in the stick with my woes

Verse 2:

Gotta get creative if you wanna kill the boredom
Or els you're hugging porcelain
Man I thought we warned them
Can't swim with captain morgan
The fire pit the forum
The parents are the wardens
Pick the lines that you're snorting
We flying like some jordans
Behind the wheel like Gordon
Till the roads are looking foreign
Behind the wheel like dale
And shutting down the organs
Now we're soaring
Anything to reach the sky
We just wanna levitate
Time to elevate the mind
Run em thru the sticks
Bound to catch splinters and pricks
A glass house
And the buzz is the thick
The muds is thick
The skulls is thick
1,2,3
Now we all the shit
No i.d.?
Well moms got the gift
If you catch my drift
Even smoke a spliff
Ignorance is bliss
No money on my mind
Just wanna forget
We just dummies in our prime
Going down with the sinking ship
Kiss them stinking lips
Of whats got you gripped
Wasn't till my hundredth acid trip
That I lost my mind
Now it got me doing in backflips in a bind
Can't untwine
But yeah i'm fine
If you believe that line
Then you don't believe in stress
We out here bringing a new meaning
To bored to death

(hook)