its so many different type of thoughts on my mind
to the point im surprised i havent lost it at times
and ended up inside of an insane asylum
and its no way to escape from this place that im in
im a slave to my own mind
i just hope that i dont create my own demise
im not insane but it feels like im along the lines
and im awake but im still having a hard time
trying to figure out why i cant seem to open up my eyes
i fill up the cup with a little bit of wine
and i puff that blunt till my lungs get tired
chickens want to hate cause they think its a facade
and the way that i massage they beeches with this dic
once i put it inbetween they thighs
yeah
i got it down to a science
i got a full bullet proof plan thats devised
and i stay a couple steps ahead infront of these lying as beech made chickens
that be steady talking down
ye aint know it but you fukin with a beautiful mind
chickens talk ish until they tongue get tired
from a distance but in person
then they tongue get tied
what you know about the south
catch me on a trail ride
sittin high up on the back of a stallion
im too live