As I sit here and smoke this blunt
I realize I got a lotta people mad at me, men and women
But, oh well, it does not matter to me
I can't give her reasons for the way I be (I'm sorry)
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 fuck about a lotta things
Since I was a youngin' I knew a lotta things
I say more than what I should've if you askin' me
You see Stewart Forest Cove was my first street
And my old house is where my heart sleepin' for eternity
They say, "Why you mad?" I say, "Don't talk to me"
You say the wrong thing, 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
And 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 smokin' weed tryna find the truth about a lotta things
Bitch
