-This isn't my day, it wasn't my week,
it's not what I planned, I got a palm full of empty hands.
Now I'm back to exppand my mind,
to the Sun like the Elastic Man.
It could be a drastic land, caught up in a graphic trans,
your fellow man has plans, so be a lil quicker.
Scheme all that refer and liquor,
climb out that casket, addicts like a Magic Man.
Dat Shit's ("Dat's dat SHIT") whack,
my shit's fire, I'm a Matchstick Man.
Born to rack tracks, find your path in them.
I'm leavin, jus check it out. I'm leavin, yo check it out.
Now I can feel the Sun in the cherry of my cigarette,
not givin a fuck "how much colder can the winter get."
Now all my boys are gone yet I've become the ghost.
No more knockin on wood, cause it might rock the boat.
I've got a taste of dough,
baked, caked, and ate it,
Vacated, a break,
kids gotta Cadi to play wit.
I'm leavin, jus check it out. I'm leavin, yo jus check it out.
I give a shout to my man who don't reside by his Government,
ice picked kid, but it was or die, wasn't it?
Yea, they gave him blue jeans and a full grown beard.
Now he's back wit the quacks.
Cause some fag got loud and smacked.
Hit this last blunt wit me,
sip on this Hennessey,
I'm gonna make money,
for when you get back, 'C'.
Cause we step on eachothers toes,
but never diss the pose,
when cubs fight they grow,
and Post wit you "rain, sleet, or snow."
I'm leavin, Stackin 'till you're back. I'm leavin, Daps wit sacks of hash.
I'm leavin, cash in for half, double that and tripple,
we each explode from a zip-full.-
Now that shit'll fuck up your sense of rythm. Back since like 3 months now, how y'all like that 'lil taste?