I don't even wanna go outside
I don't even wanna tell you why
I don't even wanna tell you hi
And my eyes are red like can you tell I'm high?
I'm learning life's short that shit will pass you by
I got a few friends that's my only ties
To the worlds end yeah that's where I'll ride
I got a holy grail that's I'm tryna find
I'm doing the odyssey, thought you'd be proud of me
Sneak in these prada sneaks, they never seen the street
Sporting that prada sport, sun shield on my face
I'm hopping in the sport, i been chillin in the shadе
In the race so I'm still running
It's on fumes but it's still somеthing
Drink the juice hope I feel something
Get my blues shit I'm still counting
Eternal youth, it's a still fountain
Make it move and climb the highest mountain
Place of myth but I still found it
In the mist, yea I smoke the loudest
Kapital 14oz denim, I'm walking around with a oz in em
Tekking the shrooms, life gave me lemons
They gon do me like lennon
Wrapping up these blues in a cocoon
Pulled up at the show with my platoon
Making crazy beats these looney tunes
She said she wants more than this i
Don't know what I can give i
Go metamorphosis, fly
Until my wings catch on fire
I need caffeine my eyes hurt
Don't know why I'm always tired
Let's roll like rims on the tires
Always smoking through fire
I'll sell it if I got buyers
Light as a feather
Light as a feather
Light as a feather
Light as a feather
I come together
Maker and a spender
I'm hot like pepper
My wings are spreading
Hanging out with pink elephants
Secret garden, gotta hop the fence
See the fruit it's growing in the fens
Walk the water, gotta do the dance
Just gotta do it for the bands
I'm on 5 grams listening to the bends
I just dreamed I saw the aeon end
Sisyphus I roll this tree on end
I can't miss, I got this beam on hand
See me smoking spirits in the spliffys
It's bad for me but I'm like what's the difference
Y'all rappers be the same like what's the difference
Tryna link with me I'm like what's the distance
I'm in the west smoking green like a witch
Plotting, planning, tryna stack up these digits
Abraham, make the beat, gotta kill it, yeah
Cold front still coming in the summer, it's reflex
They probably gonna be biting my shit like a t-rex
I might be shattered but I still got like hella pieces