I don't smoke or drink just for the hell of it
Stress'll have me bent, and the anger makes me fly
Abusing all this greenery just to get by
I remember them days when we s'posed to get high
The drinking was a weekend thing, now I need a six pack
A few shots of liquor just so I can get my focus back
A government conspiracy, I'm throwing up my sign
Now my stmach's all messed up, I'm throwing up my wine
can't think straight, my tolerance done elevated
Now I need a twelve pack, to get my mood back to a lady
Damn, love the baby, hate the mama drama
Smoke and drinkin, point blank period you could hold the comma
Gotta pause cause my nerves bad
I hit a J, but a bag's what I wish I had
Plenty bills but a job won't pay enough
I keep drinkin, the world's gonna stay rough
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
I got so many problems on my hand, that I stay drunk, stay zooted
that's why I rhyme, cause to me the shit is theraputic
Concentrate on winning, afraid I might lose it
Express my thought process throughout this ghetto music
Got rent due, bills piling, no job, etc.
No surprise I'm intoxicated on the regular
Too much pressure could stress ya
And leave you on a stretcher, I live by the middle finger gesture
But as the world turn, I just let the blunt burn
Blow out all my concerns, then relax like a perm
Being broke's a germ, and if you got it, stay away
I'm tryna make my dreams come true, before they fade away
Tired of being slept on
Is it gon take for me to get a record deal for these
motherfuckers to catch on?
Or will I have to die to be the greatest?
Or die basic? Fuck that, let me die wasted
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
True Religion shit, man I swear I can't lie
Yo I smoke a lot of weed, but it ain't to get high
Almost never take a drink, leave the sippin for my niggas
Stay rollin Backwoods, while they sippin on their liquor
Mary Jane give me brain, the best head in the world
I be thinking about Mary Jane getting head from my girl
She'll give a nigga top, and never want him to leave
She'll blow a nigga mind, bring him straight to his knees
she's the number one player on this two man team
Gimme some weed and a blunt, and that's all that I need
To take the pain away, step back from reality
Walk a thin line between fake and actuality
Got bills to the ceiling, but I'm still dealing
I thank the Lord for a strong mind, I'm still willing
To try to make a change, and to get better
But goddamn, Msry Jane always kill the pressure
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
Stress'll have me bent, and the anger makes me fly
Abusing all this greenery just to get by
I remember them days when we s'posed to get high
The drinking was a weekend thing, now I need a six pack
A few shots of liquor just so I can get my focus back
A government conspiracy, I'm throwing up my sign
Now my stmach's all messed up, I'm throwing up my wine
can't think straight, my tolerance done elevated
Now I need a twelve pack, to get my mood back to a lady
Damn, love the baby, hate the mama drama
Smoke and drinkin, point blank period you could hold the comma
Gotta pause cause my nerves bad
I hit a J, but a bag's what I wish I had
Plenty bills but a job won't pay enough
I keep drinkin, the world's gonna stay rough
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
I got so many problems on my hand, that I stay drunk, stay zooted
that's why I rhyme, cause to me the shit is theraputic
Concentrate on winning, afraid I might lose it
Express my thought process throughout this ghetto music
Got rent due, bills piling, no job, etc.
No surprise I'm intoxicated on the regular
Too much pressure could stress ya
And leave you on a stretcher, I live by the middle finger gesture
But as the world turn, I just let the blunt burn
Blow out all my concerns, then relax like a perm
Being broke's a germ, and if you got it, stay away
I'm tryna make my dreams come true, before they fade away
Tired of being slept on
Is it gon take for me to get a record deal for these
motherfuckers to catch on?
Or will I have to die to be the greatest?
Or die basic? Fuck that, let me die wasted
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
True Religion shit, man I swear I can't lie
Yo I smoke a lot of weed, but it ain't to get high
Almost never take a drink, leave the sippin for my niggas
Stay rollin Backwoods, while they sippin on their liquor
Mary Jane give me brain, the best head in the world
I be thinking about Mary Jane getting head from my girl
She'll give a nigga top, and never want him to leave
She'll blow a nigga mind, bring him straight to his knees
she's the number one player on this two man team
Gimme some weed and a blunt, and that's all that I need
To take the pain away, step back from reality
Walk a thin line between fake and actuality
Got bills to the ceiling, but I'm still dealing
I thank the Lord for a strong mind, I'm still willing
To try to make a change, and to get better
But goddamn, Msry Jane always kill the pressure
And you wonder why I blaze?, to cope with these rainy days
To exercise my mind, help me take the pain away
Wonder why I drink? to get through the sunny ones
Bring the anger through me, sayin "Get to the money son"
But it's hard to get the cheese
So weed and alcohol bring me everything I need
And this game called life is putting me on my knees
Gimme a case of Red Stripes and some of that Oooh Wee!
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