Don't ever get complacent
In this game of hurricanes
Doctor dres... half dollars...
m and ms
  two chocolate stains
I sampled recordings
As youth of rockets in space
Like aftermath of tupacalypse
Day
With lambs to slaughter like
I'm lion (lying) I'm not closeted gay
Nor trans nor angry constantly
I just like my Walkman ok....
So get lost. I'm mapping out my plot to escape....
Smoking chronic with logic..
To not acknowledge the weight....
Take me to the doctor im always in pain....
**** the palms sweaty
Trees ready. Like a tropical place
Spaghetti stains
Doctor dre tell my mom.
I eat this way *** im obnoxious ok....
If i wasn't so high.
I'd probably vomet
But this chocolate is great...
Can't eat it at all...
**** the closeted brain.....