paroles de chanson Vmf 3/27/17 - McCandles

I told em I can't tell time
I rail lines
Tell em divine things come to my mind
How I find things to see
How everything I love always ends up deceased?
How the fuck we supposed to live like this when everything's just trees?
(Uh) only thing that we got just to breathe
Exhale the weed
Inhale the tree
Excel and see
Exhale
Oh shit, I be
Defeatin' any feat that's in front of me
Or at my feet is more like it
And you know I'm straight fightin'
Anything in my way like Tyson
Cannot like it no
They cannot love it
They will never understand the substance
Motherfuck em'