Vague Memoirs (Part 1)

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
Another night where my friends drunk and I'm not
Off pills or off pot. Either made it home or got got by a top cop

Morning time they gone be hungover
Throwing up the liquor, I'm annoyed by the bitch that I brung over. I'm too sober

I can still smell the burnt weave
These cats burn trees like forest fires

On most days CTA the only tires we got
To ride on, that Belmont red line stop is a long ride home

And my best advice to you is never ride alone
Them patron filled drones might have the hospital phoning home

I hone my skills to write songs, and throw stones at the throne
It's a war of the stars and I'm attacking the clones

That's most of y'all
Mugs pull the strap out, I thought y'all was posed to brawl?

Got me thinking most these niggas is wearing bras and lace draws
Appalled when I see shots sprawl instead of socked jaws

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh]
Hey South-side, West-side
We gone set this party off right
North-side, East-side
We gone set this party off, yo

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
See my life be like 10 AM classes, skipping Sunday masses
Hipsters walking by in their non prescription glasses

Overpriced the gas is, stolen bus passes
Where public ridicule could turn Mohammed back to cassius

Ski masking thats the fastest, money maker
If you walk these streets alone you might run into the undertaker

The time has been lost
Make the most evil dip they fingers in holy water to make the sign of the cross

I'm a disobedient mind slave, cause crime pays
But never get a raise like kids without a father

School of hard knocks get suspended at least 9 days
On 8 of em I get more brain than enrollment rates at Harvard

You awkward, I'm awesome
From the city where the circle of friends get smaller cause we lost one

Kids kill other kids like abortion, too often
My crew is too live, you niggas playing possum