Stressing

Yeah, lately my mom been telling me to stop stressing In dire need of proceeds for smith and wessons, If you know me, you'd know to listen Learn a lesson, press play, tune in, miss something? Rewind the session, they said I'm blessed, I toke my weed, recline to think about my obsessions It's obscene, so don't bother to try and question, A lying pest, been hiding, a quiet life This road I'm driving down, sky is violet, my mind is fried And in my Camry, hear the pitter-patter, Ask myself "what's been the matter?" I start to choke and break down faster than I have before Start slamming close any open doors, a metaphor for how open I was before Got home, in my bed, where I lay, walls, posters, paint started melting away Thought about fucking blowing my brain out on the dang couch Slump, about to takeout cash to f*ck a bitches brains out No condom, come quick, call it takeout, life is a massive playground, shouldn't play round Damn soul sucking greyhounds Getting really tidy Hiding bodies, moving lightly I feel the vibe, please stop tryin' to remind me of what I've left behind If I decide to read the signs and in between the lines I have a chance to change my pace in this world too similar to a rat race In that case, fill up the gas and blast away, in last place, shatter and scatter that taste On the wrap that kid rolled up, we toked and got mad blazed I've been spacing out with my head in these clouds I'm surrounded by clowns, feel like the king of my town I mean, I shoulda been crowned, y'all call me King Arthur now So start to bow down and take your notes underground