Patchouli Sticks

VERSE:
Still blowing trees down
Crack my window it was raining feel the breeze now
Just playing oldies, getting through it days can be foul
I hit record and let my mind predict like meanwhile
Just wrecking some instrumental essential shits
Brainwashing them down til i ain't making sense
Then again, just smoke em out like patchouli sticks
Behold a choice, pale horse and spittin myths
When i'm gone you can think of me
It's like whatever steady searching for them money trees
Still working on my "fuck what you think of me"
All these songs through the years painting vivid scenes

OUTRO:
I don't wanna waste my life
I don't wanna waste my life, yeah
I try to do what i think's right
But everyday i just get by
So i just fly, and i feel alive
Alright, we've been doing alright
Yeah, them days about to get a little slow
Them nights on them snow-covered roads
I just wanna find my home
I'm growing from a place i've known
Yeah, them days about to get a little slow
Them nights on them snow-covered roads
I just wanna find my home
I'm growing from a place i've known