Live from the Rock
I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous
Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword
Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain
Like floss hanging, chambers beat banging
Buddy's feet hanging in my late night panic
Rope, creak cracking from ceiling fan, frantic
Manic on a Monday college school night
When I wake up it's a year, who's high
But this one guy from way before high
Schools and car pools, through princess off Rhye
We was on Amherst, driving, got cash
Tryna buy weed from his high school stash
We was teammates in house league ball
Friends since first grade, 06, it was fall
He was too fast to deke, so I passed
To this girl who outlasts his ass and we win
Beezin cause weed got chiefed and
All of my gin made sins outta good thoughts
Pot plug got hot for golf clubs
Club got robbed and his mug got shot
Coffee in cups while I dream of the spliff
Think of the girl with the cheetah hunt sprint
Was my second best friend from the school we attended
Not to mention we shared the same church
Shared the same look
Looking at her praying when I hurt
Papas fresh grave, up in haze where they stood
So I saw her moms in the same, St Linus
Live from the rock, we all stay thriving
I got nightmares in the bay, that's life and
My old bitch said the same to my corpse
Of course
Y'all drop half your pay on new shoes
Old buddy dropped a wrench on new faces
Maybe if I didn't need some new boof
I coulda stopped the prison yard bankin
I drop my cheque on checks and get sick
But fuck stripes that's the word from the six
What about the dots on my skin from the blood
That I see in the tub in my dreams I, um
Know a bong better than my last lady love
That ain't for this but
I wonder if one talk in her arms could
Give me closure from a west coast jump
Sean White, buds got snow problem
Know my old agent in quotes got more problems
But what's worse than first world problems
First year rappers, thinking they trappers
Crash they moms benz in a ditch off apple
Cider, hard style, hide your moms smile
Serge off a glass, redden your moms Nile
Self portrait, hell still contorted
Never forge it, y'all looking for fortune
Snap boring, flexin 5 20s
That's a Borden, spoken in right money
I'm gunning for pure survival
Covid got me fucked, I'm in spiral
Tryna get this EP by tonight tho
Wallet run dry, bills looking high tho
Spread thighs tho, high school was miles
Away from Van, but I feel the eyes tho
Stuck to my skull like the fact I'm bi go
Figure, most my fam don't know shit or
I don't wanna say
Live from the rock my tears made yeah