Lyrics PEACE OF MIND (feat. Hayden Muhs) - Riccardo LoDolce

I ask for inspiration
I ask for guidance in my morning meditation
While I'm watering my garden
What you do, you're only taking
They say to fake it till you make it
When you make it, what that make you?
I got bars and they go hard
You couldn't bend them
Your arms are pathetic
I'm moving bars like muscle memory
I'm telekinetic
I got connections
I got plugs like the dude at Hot Topic
I got Kombucha in my fridge
We could look at our options

When I say god, you say there isn't one
All I know it's getting pretty hard to try to live as one
I got peace of mind, you bitchin' tryna start a riot
While you look for love, love look for me
My heart is quiet
Breathe - let it out
This about to be about
The illest thing since In-N-Out
Came to fucking Salem, that's my town
And now I've been around
Used to say the weed was "Kush"
But now we say the weed is "Loud"
Neighbors yelling, "Keep it down!"

Boy, you better brought a shovel cause I bury tracks
Made it this far ain't no way now that I'm turning back
Not as high as this, I'm a higher Sith
Your bitch is sucking on my dick like it's a Juul or somethin'
Nasty, yup, factually
Hurry up and get the ticket baby
Wake up in the morning, I ain't rich and famous YET, but
I'd have my Rarri be a second means of transportation
I'd boujee roll up in my horse and carriage (skrt skrt)

I want a couple million, nah
I want a couple billion
Put my city on my back, I feel like Russel Wilson
Zen Mayo like that sandwich, made you hella sleepy
She got the fattest ass I've ever seen, I'm hella fiending

You in my way or in my path, I only have to ask you once
And then you're cut up off the map just like a geocache
It's only in your head, it doesn't seem so bad
But one day you gone wish you did it different
When you're looking back
I don't wake up in the morning and, "I guess I'll rap"
I treat this like a job I have to feed, this shit's a Neopet
You got a bright idea? How many of you geniuses
Think that you can rap?
You couldn't wrap inside a Pita Press

Meet me at the Pita Press at noon, like actually, at 4 PM
Cause I sleep in
I'm up writing all night while you're sleeping on me
And everyone else cause you're trash
And your girl, she like the fruity flavored Juuls
I eat hella grapes, and Sour Patch Kids, and ugh