Zen Shit

And like the moon We must go through phases of emptiness To feel full again Lately I been on my zen shit Low tolerance for niggas on that bullshit Before you give me a piece, could you be my peace I need some good tree make me breathe right Be right New heights, so high So why you always trippin, always in your feelings? You never listen, so what's the damn difference? I get tired of fighting through the madness And why your ass gotta be so damn dramatic? So cut the antics, cut your habits Lower your goddamned tone up in my home, my zone Take all your clothes Leave me alone I'm in my zone Light up the sage, I need to pray, yeah You in my face, get out my place, yeah Blunt to the face, I'm outta space Zen shit Light up the sage, I need to pray, yeah You in my space, get out my place, yeah Blunt to the face, I'm outta space Yeah Lately I been on a whole vibe...