As I sit here and smoke this blunt, I realize I got a lot of people mad at me, men and women
But, oh well, it does not matter to me
I can't give no reasons for the way I be
I know I'm complicated but that's just a part of me
I try to fix emotions but that's hard for me
Cause I don't give a f** about a lot of things
Since I was a youngin' I knew a lot of things
I say more than what I should have if you asking me
You see Stewart Forest Cove
And my old house is where my heart sleeping for eternity
They say why you mad I say don't talk to me
You say the wrong things I break your arteries
The violence I construct it feel like art to me
I do it easily, I know i'm off the edge, but that comfort me
I remember memories and destiny
I put my back into the black sand and I fell asleep
Nowadays, I don't rest so easily
I might say a lot but I don't say everything
I know things that can't be said so openly
I know things that folks don't know that's close to me
I know people lie that's why none close to me
I'm just smoking weed tryna find the truth about a lot of things
b**h