Atmosphere

Look me in my eyes Please tell me no lies Smoke big tree I'm fried I need a new ride The tint percent on five So you can't see inside The blind gonna lead the blind And I don't even mind I pay all my bills Got my card on file I don't got time to slide I ain't gonna catch no vibe I ain't got time to chill I don't got time to feel I've been trying to build I'm trying to find a meal I'm trying to find the hills I'm trying to find what's real I'm so fried in here Bitch I'm out of here Think my atmosphere Is not your atmosphere And I think my frame of mind Is not your frame of mind I'm trying to take my time I can't let you take mine I probably tell them whatever they're wanting to hear imma' tell 'em I'm fine Knowing I can't speak my mind I'm staying inside Get out and go for a drive I want a piece of the pie F*ck it I'll grab me a slice No I don't want your advice See it I want it I buy I don't even wanna know the price I don't gotta tell them I'm nice Go and put me on the mic Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Look me in my eyes Please tell me no lies Smoke big tree I'm fried I need a new ride The tint percent on five So you can't see inside The blind gonna lead the blind And I don't even mind I pay all my bills Got my card on file I ain't got time to slide I ain't gonna catch no vibe I ain't got time to chill I don't got time to feel