Smoking Thoughts

[Intro]
Cue the music

[Verse]
Look, look, yeah, yeah
I been sittin' down and I'm writin' these lyrics
Tryna figure out my life and why I fuckin' fear it
Seems like I been sittin' down for a while now
Thinkin' that it's time that I figure it out and maybe get out and beat it down
Devils in my head, just smiles to frowns
Don't know how many times I've said that
It's been a while now
Lately, I don't know I'm chasin' all these phrases that I'm fakin'
I keep on fuckin' playin' or understand the sayings you sayin'
They makin' me feel like I'm taking this shit for granted, fuck (Fuck)
Maybe I'm sittin' in the wrong place
Gotta make light and think straight
I'm broke now and I hate things like love, hate, and paintings
On my thoughts, I'm drowning in my thoughts
I can't understand why you hate me
Understand the fuckin' pain
But I think what he thinks, don't know why I'm sinking
I hate that I got to do this

[Verse 2]
Yeah, gotta feel like I'm choosing ever since they let me years ago
Now that's my fuckin' [?]
Prolly gotta let it go like here we go again, whoa (Yeah)
Now I'm fuckin' freestylin' on the mic 'cause I got a lot of time to spend
Like here we go, it's like right, right or left?
What do I choose?
Is it one or two? I don't understand, I'm fucking confused
It's like, my name is Roman but I think that I'm something else'
But am I really this or have I already fell?
Yeah, fallin' on my knees and now I'm crying (Uh)
Praying up to god, here we go again
I'm fuckin' dying, crying on my knees like amenic phase
I was happy two weeks ago, what the fuck did I say about that day? (Day)
That it was gonna go away but I said
"Don't worry 'bout it, here we go again" like-
Ooh, yeah, thinkin' 'bout the future everyday
Do I fuckin' stay or I do leave today?
Like, I'm almost eighteen, did I say that?
Yes I am, like, still a fuckin' preteen
I don't know why I'm still staying in fucking places that I don't even fucking deserve
Fuck you

[Outro]
Fuck you, I said that
I told you, you don't understand my views
Here we go, back to the fuckin' fuse
Fusin' and downin' and I'm fusing the crowd
Like I'm goin' so loud, here we go, bloom, bloom, blaow
Dude, I'm pretty good at free-styling
I'm not gonna lie