Filter Out The Noise

I got a lot of problems I'm still trynna figure out I'm twenty four years old And the world seems bigger now Ganja visits often and I hardly do the coughing My lungs are scorched Maybe I fell down the course I just wanna lay here I don't need to talk to nobody They don't listen anyways Hyper focused on the party Fix yourself a white line Cause I rather write mine Guess you're out of your right mind Peace and it's like wise Filter out the noise So I can hear my voice clearly Thinking about memories And I miss them dearly Before all the stress I feel Before "keeping it real" Before money meant respect Before dreaming of a deal