Can't be silent
No more violence
Too much traffic
Color schemes
Inside my head
It's automatic
Counting blessings on the side
Rolled out the carpet
Yeah I've been moving slow
But up the sixth gear started
Six years rolling weed
Inside of three apartments
Wish I wasn't judged
But boy, no wonder
If you wander
So much inside your mind
Still thinking way too blind
For this
Red pill blue pill
Gonna need another wonder
Getting cold
I'll get myself another summer
No through time
You won't be getting any dumber
Might just miss the way I felt
While being younger
So I won't lose my time
Can't really make it longer
I'll start to see
What else I can be
When I'm feeling free