i trip on lsd and listen to the tired & true
wifey's jealousy has got me super high in my room
i ain't even fit to kick it with the slime or my crew
twist, cough, get lost's all i'm tryin' to do
these insicurities subside, when i slide in the booth
that's why i rhyme, i need to vibe when this fire consumes
got my start in the cellar, then climbed to the roof
god is heavenly divine, man i am the proof
yeah, begin hallucinating while i'm roamin' west shore
i'm on a stupid pace, but hope to put my best forth
i got the clue today to focus on the quest more
the stars illuminate the road so i'ma step forward
i drop another dose, wylin' so my mother knows
besides my shadow, son i travel with a ton of smoke
past the gravel, now i paddle - feel the undertow
when it all unravels, take a couple tokes, somethin' dope...

sometimes, i don't wanna hear the phone ring
get in my zone, think - time to let my soul sing
i just gotta do my own thing
i just gotta do my own thing

can't be bothered with the drama that my home bring
or my old flings, live life - no strings
i just gotta do my own thing
i just gotta do my own thing

look how skinny justin is, taken by a gust of wind
arrived in '89, and i strived to be a hustler since
bag the bitches on my bucket list, crew to cause a ruckus with
twistin' somethin thick, and spliff and bunch of piff
ohhh she fine, let her touch the kid, dimes that i be rushin' in
blacked out, "what a night it must have been"
know i'm fuckin' while your crushin' and cuddlin'
ain't it somethin' i was jumpin' in puddles, runnin' for cover then
search the stars for a glimmer of hope
some sip and they smoke, others sniffin' they coke
i've seen my youngest brother grow from the tips of his toes
yo, now i'm swimmin' with the chicks that i stroke, picture it though
lookin' back, guess i really ain't myself today
twistin' the vanilla j, i sit alone and elevate
so stoned, sorry if i'm slow to celebrate
roach in the cellophane, coastin' the hell away