Текст песни Hindu - Ap250

I'm that rogue mother fucker feel like shit
Never thought I'd be a rapper
Better than a therapist
To keep from cutting wrists
I ball my fist
Smoke this weed
And hope for bliss
I'm sick of this
Only one not counterfeit
Cash my check
And count my shit
Still broke
So let me take another toke
From this blunt
Stuffed like a coat
Never dipped in gold
Holding black roses
Splitting heads like Moses
Moving in slow motion
Put another blunt up in my mouth
Smoke away all of my doubts
Glasses with the tint block out
These fuckers
I'm not feeling well
Can't remember the last time I felt myself
Trapped inside my brain
The prison cell
The devil rung my bell
I'm getting really risky
Never sippin
Never tipsy
Always smoke the weed
And move just like a gypsy
Do you want to smoke with me
I'm smoking DMT
You'll see
That all of this is fake
It feels just like a memory