Lifes a lot easier not thinking while living,
I sometimes Medicaid myself to lose all thoughts,
Alone sober as fuck, too damn deep into my thoughts,
I think sometimes that may be dangerous.
I never really like to talk much,
Like who would care enough to listen and understand,
And I can say I never found it so easy.
I always stayed alone, I was never the one to fit in,
I'm sure I'm not the only one so I'm creating an organization and making a team.
Tend to be called odd so I stuck to just that,
The word "Odd" follows with an odd number of letters, that's three and I stuck with just that.
Odd Art Productionns, yeah I made that my team,
UncensoredOAP just watch me make that a thing.
As I was growing up I never knew every feeling would be hidden in some type of art, lost in different drugs or weed.
Let me not think, I just wanna get high,
Do you really know how many times I just wanted to say fuck everything and find somewhere else to go but the only place I ended up was the dark rooms in my head as a child?
It was always so much that couldn't be told but always hidden.
Like all the shit that was spoken up on the nigga that made me even though he was in his wrong,
(Nigga I fucking missed you as a kid when you left and was living in the A)
I wanted so much shit to change but I missed you when I was like six,
Not too long ago I had to lean sometimes change is for the better, don't get me wrong I love and fuck with you, but you need to fix your relationship with your daughter before your hubby.
I got da running before that shot was made,
He hesitated, I'm no bitch but I couldn't take no chances.
When me and bro got da smoking, I guess that brought us together and somewhat made us closer.
We were only always blowing good shit,
I ain't gonna lie some batches was ass.
I know I look like a hippie so when I was at the downtown campus that shit was never hard to move around.
But I just had a feeling da shit with him and I wasn't gonna last long,
At the time he had a bad bitch but I thought she was a keeper.
I never got in their business so I don't know,
But da whole time he was fucking on...(I was told to respect my elder but I think I fuck with her)
Oh but that's not my business
He is fucking up so much I wish I could hit in his shit and make him open his eyes so he can he what he doing.
The little homies in high school call me lame cause I sat alone,
I never been up with unwanted company and loud notices,
Shit, I just never really liked people.
As a kid, I always played alone,
As I grew up I always kept quiet and just observed when sorber, but at that point, I tend to think a little too hard.
Sat alone and just having so many of my darkest fears, thoughts, and dreams running through head, why can't it stop?
It was so many times I never knew how to handle, like how?
Sometimes smoking gets da best of me,
Feelings like no others,
Going around and round in my head talking to charters.
Thinking about da past and the future,
Thinking about how I could've did better when she only did the best.
Thinking on how could I change everything,
Knowing I'm only human with no time-traveling experience.
But I can roll a doobie real good,
But (don't you love the way I rub your back followed by a kiss)
Sometimes I wanna hurt me,
I don't think nothing hurts worse then your past, past activities and vice versa with you were included with.
As a kid, my mother always made sure I on top in school,
Well, at least that's what she wanted.
But before that, since I was born, she always looked at me as something special,
Well, when I was born I was the size of my mother's hand after arriving months early, no hands down now I guess you call me special.
So much pressure on my bad and you can say that's pressure what I'm smoking,
I don't smoke but I can fill a bottle up with a gallon of smoke and have to learn how to walk straight up with everything everyone throws on.
(shit, I'm just a kid, well I remember when I used to be able to say that)
It feels like I'm my family only hope in the next couple of years,
Saving us for a better life da shit that's bound to happen.
Sometimes I think before that, like who am I saving?
Most of the time I can't save myself from so much bull shit,
Never able to a hundred until the next week for a half or just a couple grams of dab.
(my bad)
I don't like them sweet flavored blunts,
I stuff some green in a bowl-like Sandy, take it my cheeks to my lungs to my cheeks to my lungs and I do that one more time.
Do you feel high yet?
Do you understand now?
Do you understand why I faithfully get high every day?
Now I hope you find a way,
Either if it's being Medicaid, listening to that song or putting it in art.
