HIT SYMPHONY

Always wanna talk, but you never want the smoke
And you're flashing all the guns on your lives, you a joke
Can't be posting up with artists when you never ever roll
I'll be first to find a shooter who'll be whacking in the soul, soul

You always wanna talk, but you never wanna smoke
If you're catching all the guns on your life, you're a joke
Can't be passing up on bodies when you never, ever grow
I'll be first to find a shooter who'll be whacking in the soul, soul

Phone ringing off the hook, man, I just woke up
Turn it off and start the day, ease into it, hold up
Haven't got the pot hot, yet I need to post up
Get a little sun on my face, before I start a day
I just need to meditate, let's believe I'm gonna make