For all the tensions,
the connections and hastened breath,
I don't think it's you who I'll
end up with.

There's nothing that I'd like more
than seeing your face on the billboards,
knowing that you made it some how,
and found a way to get out.
'Cause to me you are always so much more
than what people give you credit for

Disappearing inside a Foster's Freeze
not making a scene of it just easy,
slipping out a side door and wisked
away by a breeze.
I'm feather light
gone by the last drop of grease.

I fell in love
with the way you picked yourself back up.
You didn't ask for help, you've got yourself and no one else, and that's o.k.
But it scares me to hell to think that
you don't need me.
What's to keep you from leaving?

'Cause you say you have big dreams
different countries
Changing lives, and switching personalities.
Big dreams, big dreams

There's this feeling I get at night
when I can't sleep it's like I'll never have to leave,
Can I be part of your

Big dreams, different countries
Changing lives, and switching personalities.
Big dreams, big dreams

Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ******, nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...

You can be happy
if you want
to.

I've gotten so good at being alone
now it's a great time on the couch
surfing the web on my phone
singing with a wide mouth
letting random melodies pour out
throw in a shout or a laugh
chilling with myself like a *******
but it's fun, acting exactly how I
want to act, patting my own back
I'm glad I didn't let myself as a best friend
slip through the cracks.

It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought
of slanging coke
or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz
cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe
But now the game got real
I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed
But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped
moved cribs and changed homies
Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie
Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?

I feel air currents
in my muscular system,
heart revving like
twin jet engines.
Cloud flurries
breeze down axons
but my body is buried
under thousands of tons
of *****, dead presidents,
eternal residents
anchoring my bird-like
being.

Finally the door
has opened just a crack
my toes are almost in
and I'm already ready
to not look back
while I fall into another life.

It pains me deep
that I spend so much missed sleep
thinking about money.
It sickens my heart that
cash is more valued than actions
sweeter than honey.
What I despise most is that
here I am writing about money
so I guess,
go money, go money, go.

Two left feet have me
walking crooked
calculated my chance,
took it.
I've always been poor
at math.

Life like dust

I think
I'm a
coward

That hideous
brownish
smoke.
Oh it makes me
choke to think
of it sinking
into your lungs

If 50 percent of people
can make a mistake
about something so
wonderous and beautiful
then I don't want
to be told the odds
for
me...

She dyed her hair and everything is changing
I don't care, I want to go back home
And I swear, if her love is fading, I'll get her back
somehow

I'll take her out and go to parties
I'll steal my parents' car keys and drive way out
singing
"Baby, what's going on in that head of yours
Baby, what's on your mind
Baby, what's going on in that head of yours and
are you over me yet."

I cut my hair, cause I got lazy
I'm going nowhere, well I guess I'm going back home
She'll be there, I wonder if she's thinking, "I...
I want him back."

I'll sneak out and go to parties
I'll steal my parents' car keys and drive way out
singing
"Baby, what's going on in that head of yours
Baby, what's on your mind
Baby, what's going on in that head of yours and
are you over me, are you over me,
are you over me yet."

It's been awhile
since jasmine or
some soft, pastel
scent has graced
my senses
and the thawing
touch that
accompanies
things afore  
mentioned

Now that I
really sit
and think
about it,
that was the
most heart
felt thing
anyone has
done for me
in a long long long
                                   time

I would watch that movie
just one more time
if I watched it with her.

I've been walking myself all over these tracks
so I can get back
so I can get back but no one's helping me out
I put my foot down, done with this
I only have one wish

If you find me
when you get there
will you let me right back
into your life?

I've been turning my back on all of my past
to try and find myself somehow
but I can't figure it out
at all

so If you find me
when you get there
will you let me right back
into your life?

My pupils are turning green
that loot, that coin, that greed
money doesn't grow on trees
**** straight, but I throw cash
on eighths, domed so my foot
don't hit the brake.
high on the way, I don't tail gate
I pass
Hear a bump in my trunk
my stash,
rattlin' around to the amp,
off that ramp, round the corner to the
courthouse,
sippin' on a shake
bought with food stamps
**** this I'm out
home to crash on the couch
and scheme
cream, cream, I want my cheese
stacked like chedda' on the line
at my minimum wage grind
Cops gave me a fine
like I got time to pay that ****
can't blame 'em though
they tryin' to get what I got
in my pocket
my wallet
you called it
Money