[Verse 1]
This is the transformation/
Now the boy grown up, they calling up my place/
Get that chick from the deli, some Barcardi to sip/
Got an invitation to dip to the party at six/
Whoa, hold up a minute I ain't ready for that/
Monster cans in the back and Mickey Ds on dash/
And even if I got car ready in time to crash/
I can't pull in that, you can't put no subs in a van/
We're at the party and things are going swell/
Drinks are flowing and my girl be doing well, but/
Pa**ing the doobie, and I'm just like no/
Baby lungs already blown off on that second hand smoke/
(Coughing & Inhaling)
[Verse 2]
Maybe the lack of exposure has got me thinking/
I feel like my mind is open but closing
Prolly just instinct/
Needed a room full of smoke to clear my vision/
Of truths beyond a music, the reasons behind decisions/
Guilty by a**ociation, lifestyle comes/
With inherent desires to tell life stories to drums/
When "Looney Tunes" dropped, it was cartoons and cereal/
Jokes about groupies and Gucci were never serious/
Live for experience, casually lose focus/
Of the bigger picture in light of highs, rhymes, and moments/
Now I sit here wondering was it worth it/
Worrying if they notice me missing from Sunday Service/
These homies skipping cla** while girls looking for Ds/
Liquor to catalyst this combination of dreams/
And nights to never forget, forget it, I think I got it/
I think I see the problem/
Temptation looms but breaking would be a big mistake/
Thankful one day for all the concession I didn't make/
On my honor I swear to remain the truest/
Bar none, I guess this is my prison break/
From my own incarceration/
If I ever fall into the mainstream, I hope I drown/
And you remember me only by a handful of lyrics/
From a man who may have bent but never backed down/