Wulf Wood
As I sit here and smoke this blunt, I realize
I got a lot of people mad at me
Men and women
But, oh well, it does not matter to me
I can't give no reasons for the way I be
I know I'm complicated but that's
Just a part of me
I try to fix emotions but that's hard for me
Cause I don't give a fuck
About a lot of things
Since I was a youngin' I
Knew a lot of things
I say more than what I should
Have if you asking me
You see Stewart Forest Cove
And my old house is where
My heart sleeping for eternity
They say why you mad I say don't talk to me
You say the wrong things
I break your arteries
The violence I construct it feel
Like art to me
I do it easily, I know I'm off the edge
But that comfort me
I remember memories and destiny
I put my back into the black
Sand and I fell asleep
Nowadays, I don't rest so easily
I might say a lot but I don't say everything
I know things that can't be said so openly
I know things that folks don't
Know that's close to me
I know people lie that's why
None close to me
I'm just smoking weed tryna find the
Truth about a lot of things
Bitch