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