[Chorus:]
A lot of shit been on my mind
Somebody gotta hear me out
All I see is signs that I need to take a different route
I don't want to but If I leave now
What I'm gon do?
So I pour some wine
This is something I'm a figure out

[Verse 1:]
Sitting up in my room me and my automatic
I live in the fast lane but really I'm caught in traffic
Mama I'm going crazy I hope that these walls is padded
My girl just had an abortion I wish that she oughta had it
But I'm addicted to women so should I call it a habit?
That marijuana smoke call it my fabric
You smell gas whenever my car passes
My music all the way turned up like Roscoe Dash's
I'm from the Clay that's where my Cash is
I shoulda made A's in all my classes
But I had that good from the Bay they bought it the fastest
Got junkies through the roof that's why we call em addicts
But I was Martin Luther King since a teen child
Because I think quiet but I dream loud
Speaking of loud that's what you smell in my green clouds
But Kush ain't even cool no more they on that lean now

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm back to selling dubs the size of teabags
My partna asked me "how much you gonna charge for three bags?"
He said "I know your number low" I told him "ain't no free sacks, I need $60"
He said "Damn shawty I'll be back"
Then I replied that I been going through the same thing that he has
"True I got more fans than the average man but none of the loot done led me
To the end of the week gotta live by the beat
Like you live check to check you don't move yo feet then I don't eat
So we like neck