Song About Weed

Could never draw inside the line could never paint perfect picture
Only God in these rhymes could never be a perfect nigga
Ten toes to my soul I'll never help serve a witness
Maybe learned you a good lesson but tell me who learning with ya

Tell me who burning with you
Tell me who turning with you
Better be the same nigga when you earn they earning with a ya
Only want the same people around when I turn official
That fame that I'm approaching is much like a burning pistol

Get the feeling when it blow
But it burn ya hands slow
Now you stuck asking ya self and God how you left ya soul
Ain't no warmth in the feeling of guilt do you feel the cold?
That's too much deep shit do you got some weed to roll

Aye snap that nigga and ask if he got some more of that wedding cake or gorilla glue. Shit had me slumped last weekend I swear to God

Inhale
Breath
Don't waste
My weed
I smoke alone
(Be happy)
I shared my cone

Inhale
Breath
Don't waste
My weed
I smoke alone
(Be happy)
I shared my cone

Use to create when I was little
Had these worlds that I would live in
We was down by 38 I use to pray for something different
Now the age I'm at now I don't think God is listens
Or maybe he do and I ain't seeing what he's givin

We all children
Still wishing
That we find what we missing
Since I was 6 hated always feeling I was distant
And the unanswered questions you get from being Christian
And the fear of death that always come up that nobody mentioned

Now I'm grown and full of knowledge
Still trap in this college
With full of unwashed clothes thrown in my closet
I see that all my friends is happy what if that leaves me forgotten
Just things that cross my mind when I ain't to busy coughing

Aye mane fuck that we gon go to the get right see if we can get them gummies again. Edibles go harder anyway. Fuck that

Inhale
Breath
Don't waste
My weed
I smoke alone
(be happy)
I shared my cones

Inhale
Breath
Don't waste
My weed
I smoke alone
(Be happy)
I shared my cone