Weed Song

[Intro] I pray to the Lord (Hey Tony!) I pray to the Lord [Chorus: Wiki] Every time I feel my feet in place it seem to be a slope But down that same old hill starts to seem like a sick old joke Is this for real? but it really feels like you keep afloat Lotta time and it seems great, you made it to your goal Everything that gleam gold starts to seem old Dreams change, could be a day away from your lowest low [Verse 1: Wiki] Smoke 'till I can't feel my throat, but still can't seem to cope I'm 'bout to take my tonsils out to tolerate more dope Ain't no way to calculate the weight I toke I could order eighths, Q's, halfs, O's, oh it just escalates Ain't take a day off since seventh grade Few days I did was left awake, never ate, lost hella weight Once I got straight off the drank, I just smoked more Left my throat more sore than I could anticipate For every beer I woulda poured, rolled up another J And it's not to say it wasn't filled with spliff that I could vape Wouldn't bum it, I would take it Wasn't budging, I would scrape it Off the base of any surface, add some nicotine to taste And the sickest thing? Something in me still think that I'm great Cause I never smoked a cigarette as if it ain't the same Chasing highs, I ain't taking sides, eyes straight on the rise Put everything I made into the pot just to take a dive Into the same cake of mine that they baked me as my prize Back to before the batter, flour, powder, atomize On the way up the ladder, atta guy Once you warned then you out of time, make you doubt your tribe Right when you thought you back Now you past your prime Once you take flight, gotta land right, you ain't tryna die Learn to slide, compromise your life All while trying to acquire the one thing that made you smile Chasing highs, taking Ls don't want to end up in that lie Banned from Pawn Fader, Bandai, on god I- Got fired, either a full entree, small fries, saw it from all sides Realized that god's flawed, I ain't a god I'm a guy All the times I couldn't stop the bars, others where I couldn't start a line I'ma be back where I started, fine Downtown to up top Back up on the block where I'ma drive until that clock strikes on in time You had a ballin' night, woke up your wallet light, gotta fall back in line [Chorus: Wiki] Every time I feel my feet in place it seem to be a slope But down that same old hill starts to seem like a sicko joke 'Cause this for real, but it really feels like you keep afloat Lotta time and it seems great, you made it to your goal Everything that gleam gold starts to seem old Dreams change, could be a day away from your lowest low [Verse 2: Wiki] Counting down from ten You can count it down slow But either way though Then you next to go I'm afraid, I don't want to lose what I now control This power that I hold Am I losing my soul to success? Am I getting too comfortable? Can't rest, don't want to come correct, want to be untouchable No one can fuck with you In the lunch room with Lunchables Anyone that ever insulted or fucked with you, talked shit? Made it right on top of the list The shit-list, gotta feel it to burn out when you piss Ain't gonorrhea, antibiotics couldn't heal ya Wiki's wicked ways, made his name in onomatopoeia This awful part of me I start to see It would astonish me but once I take the layers off of me I'm just an insecure kid in his feels Right when I had a grip, slipped, it's clipped like a reel Hit clips like "Shit Wik', you for real?" Get off my dick, I stopped a lot of toxic shit I did all these years They loved how I stopped with the [?] But I can't stop for real won't smell it on my breath if I pop a pill And they made weed legal so when I cop it, not concealed Whole crop on me when I take a walk Roll eight spliffs before I go anywhere Four for when I get off the train Another four for on the way there Before gas, we was gassy Just some orange shit, shit ain't change They coppin' ZaZa since they courted Mary Jane Tolerance on a level all the same Every plug got the best shit, that's what they all sayin' Call it by its name Give me some expensive shit to cop, I'll pay If it will stop the pain [Outro] I pray to the Lord I pray to the Lord I never thought it would end this way, Figaro