Still

Looking like a young Johnny Chapman
Finding out where your pad is
Running up in your house and tell em "Shut up while I'm rapping"
Drugged out again
Never left but I'm back
And I bet you can catch me packing with some papers and some wraps
And smoke em back to back to back to back
And then we pack again still
Riding with a lighter, watch me blow it with the wind still
Blending every color till it's just a blackness still
Never knowing where you really going till you stand still
In an ocean flow
You're thinking you've seen all you can still
Munching on some [?] like I dropped and hit the breaks still
Push it past the point wherе y'all can really handle