Weed (feat. Zayah, Prof. X of Rhymeback & Rhymeback)

(Weed) This is inside dope, and if it gets out, it'll be just too bad for somebody These dreams I'm having lately are constantly overtelling I'm constantly overzealous, from popping the bottles reckless I cannot keep it together, my mind is fearing my methods of starting all over cauterize the wound, I'm feeling anxious A traumatized, half-wit incentivized Problem child all the time, thinking bout my past with hollow lives All the wives I've ruined just to bust a nut and run inside, constantly fearing horrors of other minds Can't talk to my people without bugging I'm running from fantasy problems, a fallacy budget with amity loving I'm having these troubles, backtrack, slamming my struggles Slice the fucking wig off and leave them in puddles F*ck, I need to smoke some, have a bag, roll some Work for it, never have them wishes as a main fund Bang drum verses with the gang, son Habit for the slayed drugs, only smoke it with my fucking day ones I've been thinking lately and I think I need to smoke some Only token I need is a dime, so roll some Tucked it in my dresser, to hide it from my folks Under my bed, I keep a smith and wesson in a holster (boom) I think I'm going crazy lately, these nights been feeling shady Like the moon ain't coming up and my demons have replaced it So I spark up to the sound of people knocking on my door Ignoring all the problems outside of my own control Give me half a reason to give a f*ck I have to see it My paranoia got me tripping and keeping tabs No LSD but I gotta keep my eyes open I'm really hoping the ghost ain't gonna keep me asleep I got too much money to make and goals to achieve So if you see me tripping, just mind your business and pass the weed Pass the weed Pass the weed