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(Gorgus)
(Hustle)

[ Hook ]
Doped up thinking 'bout the past again
I don't even know what's happenin'
Everybody say I'm off track again
But I don't feel a fucking thing so I don't have no friends (no friends)

[ Verse One ]
I don't even really have no soul (no soul)
Half-dead with a half-blunt rolled (I'm throwed)
Half-drunk with a half-cup poured
I'ma keep on talking shit like it's the half-time show (ayy)

Smoke as I watch all the people below (people below)
I've been to the place they say we cannot go (we cannot go)
Breaking down all of the things that you know
And I'm lightin' it up like the reefer we blow

Quiet I'm hidin'
I smoke like a pilot
I'm flyin' alone on my way to an island
Feeling like I have no feelings
I'm violent inside me
I'ma blame it on society

Everybody want a lot of me
Government included, no wonder why I'm abusing all these drugs
Got me doing things that'll probably get me locked up
Damn this world gets fucked up
That's why I'm

[ Hook ]
Doped up thinking 'bout the past again
I don't even know what's happenin'
Everybody say I'm off track again
But I don't feel a fucking thing so I don't have no friends

[ Verse Two ]
Livin' in resurrection
I'm present and from the heavens
Drugs in my whole possession
I'm smoking like 9/11
Living my life the question, maybe there's something that's missing?
Maybe I'm just tripping (tripping)

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Smoking with criminal minds
Damn I lost track of the time
I got medicinal rhymes (why?)

Cuz they say I rap too slow
Couldn't say the same for his hoe
I'm a saint and a ghost
Maybe an arrangement of both
I could get paid just to flow
I don't fuck with no hoe
Got drugs for the low man
Countin' all this cash and I keep gettin' more bands

(smoking with criminal minds)
(I got medicinal rhymes)

(Saint and a ghost)
(Maybe an arrangement of both)
(I could get paid just to flow)
(Yeah)

[ Hook ]
Doped up thinking 'bout the past again
I don't even know what's happenin'
Everybody say I'm off track again
But I don't feel a fucking thing so I don't have no friends

[ Verse Three ]
Everybody say you not gonna make it
'Till you finally do, now they all wanna change quick
I just want the money you can keep all the fame shit (fame shit)
Cuz I rather smoke in my basement
Roll a backwood and I face it
Bumping to my old shit
You bumping to gay shit
Bitch don't pass me a blunt I'm gonna take it
She heard me spit
She just listen, we got naked