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