Elevators

[Verse 1] Look into my wallet Found some change for your life And maybe a new car or some brain from your wife You probably never thought of how the sames are alike And probably never tried to pull the dark from the light I'm higher than a kite, while I'm riding on a bike Through Amsterdam fields, with a head full of pills And half of my face is numb Pour some Neapolitan on the racist's tongue This Chevy's a sixty-seven but the race is young But she gives good brain but her ass is dumb I have no one to blame, Obama nor Bush I just need a little hug from a bag full of kush I just need a little hug from a bag full of kush That's it [Verse 2] Lemme take you back, thinkin' real hard Way before I started doin' this rap Just a young boy with a nice dream Tryin' to get a puff of wheels on this real life thing Tryin' to make her feel, tryin' to make a mil' In this rap game but I ain't thinkin' it was real They ain't takin' me serious but I'm 'bout to let you know I ain't nothing with these jokes Nice and smooth like a blunt of kush But I can go real hard like some [?] kush Amsterdam lookin' in your system Got a nigga feelin' like he on swisha