it should be my middle name
almost summertime
im still walkin through the rain
50 cal for a brain
a swisher for my heart
if i wasnt hi all da time
I’d blow my brains apart
the life that i lead
gettin hi off weed
nothin pumpin through my veins
cause my heart doesnt bleed
Where do i go?
can only go up
If i were any low
I’d burn the fuck up
chillin wit the devil
he hand me a shovel
told me 2 bury myself
so i can be on his level
screamin to the lord
send me an angel
trapped in the dungeon
gettin eatin by a bengal
I need another chance
cause life aint fair
It aint dark yet
but i know its gettin there
the devil in da kitchen
he cookin up a feast
please dont let him mark me
wit the numbers of the beast
all i know is pain
all i see is pain
THC fills the lining
of my membrane
momma is a drunk
daddy is a thug
grandma was a prostitute
my grandpa did drugs
never had a chance
it was cold from the start
weed and hennesse
it fills my empty heart
yet i never cry
yet i never mourn
welcome to my life
da life of a quiet storm!