So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities
Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic
But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick
See originally i was free before being cool was just being me
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die
My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Guess i cant be me or not being me
Shit with our whole family
Guess i cant be me or not being me
Took my heart away from money
I reel them in, goadomes on see
His high is still really short to me
I did a little stint, shout out to the south east
And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend
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