Rollin with my homies and we 4 blunts deep Actin' like we trappers at the age of 15 5 Years later half of them in the pin Hoping that theres someone forgiving my sins Trynna find a way out these dark thoughts Use the wrong things, now I'm far gone Xans, liquor, blunts I'm too gone Comin' home late and lyin' to my mom What would you do if you were me? No goals in sight no college degree Would you blow all your money just on weed? Walk 4 steps in my shoes then you'll see I swear I shouldn't be this disturbed Growin' up priviledged in the burbs No words to explain how i got this way I guess my mind is blank, my thoughts are strayed Rollin with my homies and we 4 blunts deep Actin' like we trappers at the age of 15 5 Years later half of them in the pin Hoping that theres someone forgiving my sins