St. Jose Intro

Conversationless I’m growing impatient bitch Is it cause I’m fixated on a thick way to make me quit Waiting for the day to end? No labor when the rolling paper lights up High enough to forget I got a riot here to bust With my mouth wired bleeding shut Listening Not dissing fiends Trying my best to be what my mother thinks of me Sit, think bittersweet thoughts Sink, hitting lower than the rocks Rolling over to what I bought and it ain’t fill shit in me Physically feeling like I ain’t got a meal in me It ain’t stopping me from dropping seeds See if you become what I used to wanna be