Goodbye (feat. Jak Progresso)

You okay Mad-size hit you took, dawg When's the last time you smoked weed What, um, twelfth grade Oh, we were, uh... Smokin' weed Yeah Smokin' weed Bout to get gonzo Yeah, yeah In honor of all those that slit their throat under fear of hell I'm shearin' pelts, high huffin' sealants Not feelin' well, my flow gifted like healing wells I'm peelin' gels, layin' on my back, watchin' the ceiling Searin' melt, head rush, ear anvils, ringin', stealin' bells Bars make kids fear the belt like recovering dope fiends Near a cell, the lean make it hard to swerve like no power steering belt My shit dusty from off the clearance shelf, on the edge of the desert Eatin' cactus buttons, kickin' tumbleweeds We roll out like dope bundle sleeves, dig up bodies to cuddle me Dollar iced teas and crumbled ease I'm on that blowin' Paula, throw your dough and porn up Smoke a quarter, get retarded, came to the show in the short bus Where the f*ck am I right now Weird shit, yo Ghost ingestion, I have no reflection, when I'm high I'm fine I apologize for sober texting, overgrown erection, my four hours are up I just want a loyal model In the shower to f*ck And a massage that goes on once the hour is up I don't just eat my words, I devour this stuff Awkwardly zoning out, in the strangest of places I'm not looking at nothing, I'm trying to make out the faces, engaging in phrases I try to climb to the top, but my spine is so shot I'm dying, I'm surprised I don't rot Long gone are the days when I got high from some pot I am the failed establishment, high IQ, rioting cop, J. Cole Meteoric rise to the top, set fire to the coke If you think that line wasn't hot My life is just shot Man this isn't happy music, this is satanic ritual gone wrong, the mass is clapping to it But the government is good, they didn't actually do it I'm done with this rap shit man, your ass is stupid