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Why You Been Smoking So Much Why You Been Shaking You Clutch Your Chest Every Time You Start Losing Your Mind Maybe I'm feeling too much Maybe I'm drinking too much Maybe I’m losing my touch Said boy why you feeling so much? Niggah I’m feeling a bunch, amethyst cross all of my fingers Told momma look said your boy is a singer They wouldn’t believe her Ringer ringer I been through it Flip my space and let it loosen Cruising down ain’t no top down Tinted windows keep a op out Pop out I don’t pop out Lonely but I need to be alone Take my spirit then I hone Think my soul has found its home Or is a Niggah just grown Grown enough to be appreciated I could tell she love me by the way she say it Couldn’t say the same for these others faces I’m Too anxious I’m too anxious Can we leave and smoke a blunt In the evening with the one's and two's Clean it up n' then we run Smoking nah this ain’t a gun Open blinds let in the sun Eating ain’t no crumbs Cuz me and mine have won I ain’t talking games That these niggahs play what’s fake to us is what it fills your day Talking my shit On a Valentine’s Day While I dance in the rain Umbrella for my blunt Niggah gotta keep the flame I don’t need praise I just need haze Catching amnesia with every passing day What is wrong? What is wrong? Often asking others rarely ask myself the question Lesson lesson said he better learn em Cutting traumas Niggah call me surgeon Don’t be burning bridges less they earn em Cursing at the sky Cursing at the sky Cursing At The sky asking Why I didn't Die A cloud he gave me a short answered reply Responded by asking what they did to me? Choked up on a tear I said lost my feet He you wait n' and see For energy always speak It never lie so you still alive don’t be asking why oh why Why Oh Why you haven't died Said That Last week you was counting blessings like a check So what you thinking maybe next You earn for the fam No flex Hex hex all the fakes out with a fake out Let em lay down She lay down so I'm blessing her body I hit all the strokes She love how I talk so I’m letting her know While she moaning my name Who need a side when niggah got main Who is to blame So Cupid took aim On a Valentine’s Day What did they do Lemme tell you We can call it pillow talk With that rose quartz round ya neck Protect protect she keepin away all these demons Off of the love they been feedin' That’s why they won’t be a joining this evening Read it Reading Call me tarot Feeling gold No Karot 50 cal No Barrett You give me somethin' to stare at Lovely art I could stare at you For hours without a single complaint I’m calling her art so her body in paint Talk bout quaint her hands in my hair while I ate Talk about time and place Amazed but there ain't no grace Amazing grace I'm feeling holy You take away all the lonely You take the trauma young niggahs been holding So tell Me what they did to you too Cuz I know there’s plenty and there’s never few When they bright as me when they bright as you Give me cues What they did to you Give me clues What they did to you Tell me why you shaking In the middle night Shaking from the fright In The Middle Night These Others Moth to Light