Nites in November

What's with these Bitches please My emotions for my cheese Double Ds What I need Side of coleslaw with my weed Potent green wake me up I don't mean to take enough Pond of weed Make it four Plant my seed to make some More Baby please I can see What they tend to not believe Real easy Don't believe me I can not say a thing What it is What it's not Questions when I'm too high on Pot No one seems to get the pic Why we out here on a limb When we flopping like a fish I have learned to fend for mine And to show up right on time I'm in line right, Right outside Empty six pack in my ride Yea No one in sight Yea But I'm alright I'm fine I'll meet you all inside I'm alive I will strive All that bullshit is just fine And I find within time All that bullshit left behind