seasonal depression (intro)

Sunsetearlierand the air get colder Need alittleheat so i'm down in hell roaming Blunt gutsskunkmustlovingthe aroma Oil in thebluntif the weed less potent Imma take the road lesstraveledless chosen I was 17 when the whip got stolen Gun to my head dumbniggashouldablownit Now imfinnawake the city up like folgers Hahaha Coming off top, no pen no pad "How you rap like that? "they ask How you know whatwordsto use? How you know whatverbsto choose? Inhousestudio with no booth Only one rule, "f*ck onebluntroll two" Blowing out thespeakersbumping old tunes Nights get long and the days get shorter Bout the same time that the pain get bolder