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