Couscous

Awoke on a Tuesday before everybody and couldn’t get after it Stalling, something like a taxi Smudging ashes And I don’t wanna disappoint you, but it’s hard to link with anybody While I’m battling with my anxiety I been at the crib workin on me, smoking hella trees If you hit my phone, it’s cause you fuck with me My friend? We some hoes, she be sucking me I been drinking juice, beets and celery Hope I reap my fruits, beats make celery I’m like Beetlejuice, niggas scared of me I’ll hop out the tube, out thе televis’ We was еating couscous out in Tel Aviv Couple years later now you’re married I wonder if you think back, when we was on the hill Wonder if he makes you feel... You left it all behind Last at the starting line; I’m last at the starting line You got a brand new mind Last at the starting line; last thing on your mind The last thing on your mind, your mind Last thing on your mind Circle ‘round town, while exonerate-rated They can’t pull me over now for the license plating They almost took me off the road cause I didn’t pay it I still slid on ya ass, though I barely made it I got some brand new shit, I be skating skating You never got to see it, like we don’t be seeing faces And it’s been crazy lately, all of my mirrors jaded