what is this feelin tht im always feelin.
its stress so much my shit hit the ceilin.
goin thru these last days at some lame ass high.
gettih high is the only thing i do to get by
leading sort of a secret life as a stoner
but little do i noe, soon ima need a coroner
deepest niqqa in tha room most of tha time
staring at the clock on tha wall, askin god why?
take me from this cold hearted life, its so rugged
100 degrees outside but im feelin cold blooded
and nowadays i aint got time for my main girl
i think im in court the way she accuse me with every girl
finally realized i aint got time for game
ima 3rd string QB, i gets no play
im bout to runaway into the lost galaxy
come back when everybody is livin ever happily...
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