"Size Of An Ant"

Sittin' on my front porch sippin' on my pipe,
Lizard on the bowl blownin' gold shit was tight,
Early in the morning 7:30 a.m.,
Snatchin' nugz in the ?? from the walls of my den,
Living in a bud plant, I hollowed out the stem,
Two stories three rooms it's my Kryptominium,
My domain now remains supplied in ??,
All I do is clean my crib and clip the water leaves,
Free relief is always offered from the great O.D.
Standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree,
Is lovely smells so fruity I'm fucking hoopy,
Flying like Woodstock barking orders like I'm Snoopy,
Excuse me, pardon it's time for a session,
We press on heading on up to the top section,
Everybody is invited, I prefer those heavy hitters,
You know someone down to smoke? I really hate those stay and quitters,
So it figures Loc is rollin' Bobby B ain't far behind,
Daddy X and Pakelika come in swinging on some vines,
To the tip top of the tallest Kola we begin to climb,
Sugar smokes some ?? ropes and a gang of Keif,

Where Are We?
Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we're stuck to the sack,
How high? It's the Kola,
We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack,

D double dash L O C, I popped out my bud plant clearly,
Invisibly see through ya'll can't find me,
Completely blind like an erased line,
Stay refined disappear go away like bad emotion,
I'm over here camouflaged in my potion,
Ya'll can't find me I'm slick like Rick,
Got an oldschool flip equipped,

Vanac Spits!

?? to the mic I become attached,
Imagine if I grew branches from my body limbs crowded,
Out my mouth like chlorophyll dispel all skill whack MC's,
?? decapitate immortals,
Now growing vines from my arms I'm like the swamp thing man appearing in plant,
Form plasma ejected complicated ??,
Dynamic apparatus combindin' for rhyming ??,

Everlasting grow room wired with the bass boom,
Krispy colored nugs is another called the typhoon,
Full bloom flowerin', sky scraper towerin',
Endless sea of green, hydro lights that be powerin',
Full drip system frequent mistin',
Tropical planet so all the buds they were glisten,
Rollin' cones all day, runnin' round underground,
Bobby's bud's are where I stay and I'm the Size of an Ant,

Where Are We?
Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we're stuck to the sack,
How high? It's the Kola,
We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack,

I reside in the bud the nugs about dove,
Life in the bag of the blueberry love,
I'm feelin' my dust so I climb to the core,
It started getting chilly cuz the weather's gettin' colder,
I grabbed my folder, write a rhyme and called Kona,
He came over, then we rolled up a hooter,
Jumped on the scooters and we found the lines,
You know I fumbled my rhyme,
Stoney trail rides, we smokin' spliffs by bricks,
It's a myth the gift to get lifted,
I gave the plant a sniff then I kissed it,
I made a wish the rest got blessed,
I'm living in a plant the Size of an Ant,
It's 4:20 now it's time to react,
No need for a sack cuz I'm sick of runnin' laps,
Look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap,

Where Are We?
Trapped in a plant the Size of an Ant and we're stuck to the sack,
How high? It's the Kola,
We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack,

A living organism material and organic,
Vanac's animal kingdom biochem,
Green nitro genismatter contain,
My brains essential for growth by photosynthesis,
Varyin derivatives Richter your ??,
Riding high.. technical I detect dust in my perimeter,
Pulse rate erratic your breathing sallow,
Elbow strike vines ?? technology ?? plant intoxicants,
Trapped inside the clone chamber,
?? production dodgin'?? atomic multiply if you supply fungi medicinal,
Mushroom consumption digestion cannabis alchemy opium chemist and ??,
Say drugs an aphrodisiac,
MC's they lack it,
Your minds the Size of an Ant

"Killa Kali"
(feat. The Judge)

And the Beat goes "BLAM"

Sweet sunshine climate makes POT.. smoke that GRIT TO California

we dippin through the west
im fittin’ to blaze up the spot
representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops
with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs
run and get my motherfuckers with the insane strain
take it straight to the brain maybe clear out your RISEN
KMK mob another funky expedition
dont get the superstition kottonmouth is a king
prime time fight night we in the middle of a ring

Killa kali soldier born and raised
living life in a daze kickin the walls of your maze
but when its straight in your face living life with no shame
take some attitude and truth and watch the power i bring
STRAIGHT from California a rebel on the lose
tell your governor in service to prepare another noose
try to catch me if you can tell me what you wanna do
They're runnin after me cuz im coming after you

Killa Kali the place where the kush grow (kush iz...?)
all the heads know we hold the best endo
north cali all the way to Diego
slang elbows lay real low
nobody move in the room till we say so
king klick flip scripts rips sick flows
dont mistake the krown for a logo
we’re kings’ of this shit if you didn’t know now you know

for the last fuckin time we from p-town
drop down by if you wanna, you could come
around but better get me high if you wanna,
say it, P-Town, you better know when i wanna
i could break it from the pound on down
so as for the weed i could get you what you need
in a hurry, got that sticky green and talk about hairs the shits CRAZY
so what you think you see i like my mothafuckin vision blurry
so i’m bout to get my 215

It's a survival test comin straight from the west
we bump this straight with krowns and K’s on our chest
everywhere that we creep we never get no sleep
another twenty towns and then we’ll be home free
i shake em up everyday anyway every configuration
straight to the BED like your girl’s THATS RITE
next bang theory hear me spoken out the nation
kottonmouth kings killa kali rotation

Killa Kali the place where the kush grow
all the heads know we hold the best endo
north cali all the way to Diego
slang elbows lay real low
nobody move in the room till we say so
king klick flip scripts rips sick flows
dont mistake the krown for a logo
we’re kings’ of this shit if you didn’t know now you know

here comes the Judge biatch, hell as it approaches
intelligent and humble, temperament call it ferocious
i hit up on the roaches so i can stay high
i promise that we smoke bud until the day that we die
proper etiquette’s a must when you’re puffin with us
when you step into the session kid im callin out bluff
its like that when i blaze my shit we roll your spliff
it better be legit
when i’m deep in a session no questions please
could you shut the fuck up and back up five feet
let me smoke my weed in peace with my peeps
big spleefs complete with KEEPERS OF kings treat

"Welcome To The Suburbs"

Home sweet home
let me take a drink of my fuckin bud light
yo richter light that joint
yo X turn the porch light on

welcome to the Suburbs
where the grass is green
home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings
where days become night and nights become dreams
where everything gets lost in a dream

welcome to the block with the spot that call my home
where the locks are unlocked the land of cellular phones
where the kings was formed the true kings is from
sittin right in orange county livin under the sun

growin up in the burbs where the herbs the word
the herb herb herb , you know the herbs the word
we high as some birds in your ear is my turd
dont test Kottonmouth or you might get served

now you’re gonna get served that’ll kick to the curb
where the King klick stay licks premium herb
every day every day outta body outta mind
take a trip with us deep behind the county line

we hella hella high runnin from it one time
never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo
outta body outta outta mind
Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho
we in the king’s dome with a bowl to the kind
my body’s feelin numb im going crazy
outta body outta outta mind
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I got my old girl Caddy the color of a cookie
lookin butter pecan cuz you know i can
rollin way too cute on my way to Thriftys
about to shoot a lil hoop and get a scoop for fity
i bump it doo-ah diddy diddy dum
growin up in the burbs drinkin beers havin fun
and im always on the run with a sack in my pocket
Kottonmouth Kings yo we the hot topic

you’ll find me rollin my truck just as high as fuck
you’ll find me hittin my bub on my to the pub
you’ll find me in mid arc on the way to my moms
cause if i dont get high i won’t be stayin to long
you’ll see me puffin jays on avenues and highways
i might be rippin off my foldin portable vape
and i never slip i’m always either smoke or drinking kind
99 percent of the time I’m going out of my mind

we hella hella high runnin from it one time
never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo
outta body outta outta mind
Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho
we in the king’s dome with a bowl to the kind
my body’s feelin numb im going crazy
outta body outta outta mind
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

yo welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green
the home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings
where days become nights and nights become dreams
where everthing aint what it seems

bout to get my buzz bloomin cuz its close to noon
double grippin on the brew steady sippin till im through
cuz i aint one to pound but i can go all day
Loc and Ritcher never play get it straight get out our way
remember back in the day we built a lakebed
only rollin to the beach when its double overhead
i go down to the waves to watch some kamikazi runs
and if im outta joints im going home (you’re done)
hee haw, i think i heard a donkey, donkey
you a weird motherfucker D
recently i seen a new look in your eyes
i been expanding my high searching for whats wise
well i blister my thumb from flickin many bics
you know i listen to my pops and call the neighbors fuckin' pricks
special hits on the street no one knowing the line

"Tell Me Why"

Now why you gotta cramp my style
you keep fuckin with my high and im about to get wild
now why you gotta harrass the pot leaders
harrass the people at expired parkin meters
why you gotta pull me over as if i was that dude in the stolen Nova
now why you gotta badge on your chest
stay gun on your hip and that bullet proof vest
now why you gotta act like you save your people
you front that you care just so we can feel equal
now why you gotta read me my rights
would you read em to your wife fuck no jesus christ
now why you gotta hand cuff me tight
in the middle of the night treat me like a murder type
now why you gotta gotta gotta nuttin
gotta get outta my face bitch i know you like dunkins

tell me why you wanna fuck with me
just because im a Kottonmouth King
i got no time for negativity
so tell me why it;s always you against me

to the men women and children that
are catchin the feelin, of what i’m dealin’
what is delt is felt helpin to melt, the laws
that bother like some flowin liquefying lava, we
quickly makin it hotter listen up and try to
follow, now why you gotta pull me over in
my van, give a ticket for a gram end up
costin bout a grand, and why you gotta
slow the fuck out of your roll, i know i’m
not speedin i’m in cruise control, so now
you gotta find another reason why, you can
start flashin your lights start to violate
my rights, i know your out there let me say
your not alone, pigs bustin in your home
guns drawn to your dome, why do you gotta
have a chip on your shoulder, past all
field test i said i was sober, i thought
i told ya don’t try to pull this on me,
i know between procedure and police brutality,
so tell me why do you insult me and claim
stupidity, why you think your smarter cause your
GED, I get high and fly I dont’ drink and drive,
and you fuckin with my flight so I gotta ask why

tell me why you wanna fuck with me
just because im a Kottonmouth King
i got no time for negativity
so tell me why it;s always you against me

now everytime i turn the corner cop is all up in my business
always tryin to plant shit, let me get a witness
its gettin serious and funny to me
another day another ticket takin money from me
now they tried to pull us over cuz we bangin the bus
the fish, johnny richter myself and the judge
who can you trust when the world’s corrupt
its not that crooked ass cop that put my ass in the cuffs

now why the hell he always stressin out my people
they said protect and serve yet they never treat us equal
all around the nation people striving to be equal another uprising they dont wanna see the
sequel
why you think you dont need no inviation to rustle through my house its a fucked up situation
tearing up my pad searching for the cultivation justify the action through your racist
legislation

don’t think i can’t remember ever slippin
in some shit, winding up behind some bars
with purple rings around my wrists, havin
to wait 10 hours just to take a fuckin
piss, when your name is just a number
as a person you don’t exist, when you
realize that no one really gives a fuck
when you finally realize when you start
to get back up, to many people
i know for bullshit have got locked up, to
many times i asked why so now i gotta
say what

"Dying Daze"

are ya living to live
are you living to die
are you living a tale
are you living a lie
you got one life to life
are you living it right
you’ve got one life to live
who wants to ride

everyday i do it my way
live my life the way
i dont care what they say

dying daze
ridin till my dyin daze

im sick of watchin birds spill
im sick of chasin dollar bills
im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate
i’d rather taste the sunshine with some endo
i wanna climb waterfalls all day
i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye
i wanna ride around the world today
and if i never make it home
i know my soul is gonna roam
im gonna ride until my dying day

ridin till my dyin daze

i’ve been all around the world
from the east to the west
japan to LA i said damn take a breath
livin life fast put the rest in the past
till my dyin daze i’ll go ridin to the last
and until my dying days i’m living
life to the fullest, staring at the rip cord
wondering when i should pull it, thinkin i wanna
stop but know i gotta go faster, gonna go
till i’m broke then throw me out to pasture
alright johnny richter ? get the picture
knowin damn well how we flip these scriptures
the beats gonna hit ya, ya feel that vibe
its a dance hall funk with the punk rock rhyme
so get down to pit cause its gonna explode,
circle gonna blow from the first distant go,
whether hittin 5th wide or chargin 12 step
gaps, thats it when you commit cause theres no turning back.

ridin till my dyin daze

im sick of watchin blood spill
im sick of chasin dollar bills
im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate
i’d rather taste the sunshine with some
i wanna climb waterfalls all day
i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye
i wanna ride around the world today
and if i never make it home
i know my soul is gonna roam
im gonna ride until my dying day

ridin till my dyin daze

last chance gotta chose a path, either hit the brakes
or give a fist full of gas, give a last push on hope
your pegs on tight, cause loose screws won’t do
in the middle of flight.
naw get it right doc you know loc loc rocked it
every time i spit you know it sits in the pocket
we the hot topic like dub for sale
dloc and johnny richter got it wrapped in the mail
we was sent first class signed sealed and inked
overnight express with all the free drinks, what’d you
really think didn’t know bout the team, you know you
wish you would’ve known we rolled 15 deep
Johnny Richter, Daddy X, Big Pak, and Loc
Dog Boy, Bobby B and Lou Dog’s fro
on the road doin shows with Munchyz clothes
and everybody knows that i spit these flows

"Life Rolls On"

another day gone...

sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes
no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue
snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt
hold it in long enough it’ll put your dick in the dirt
and people go bizerk tryin’ to get their hands on it
most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter’s got the chronic"
so i’m on it, matter of fact i’m on the top
can’t nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops
like reebox yo i’m un stoppable
and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able
so what you grow all i want to know is what seed
what system you using you got the lights you need
you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues
or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead

life rolls on
its passin by your eyes real fast
another 24 another day is passed
half of those said we’d never last

hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it
if you’re gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket
alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what)
a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews
i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes
i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped
dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus
we’ll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust
dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong
Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj
writtin songs playin pong we was young we don’t belong
stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on
but now we’re both standing strong 2000 and beyond
to dawns at ? used to fight to get along
that was way back then and this is right now
we’re on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out

life rolls on
its passin by your eyes real fast
another 24 another day is passed
half of those said we’d never last

there’s 420 ways to blaze
use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape
mind haze sit back it’ll put you in a trance
grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack
throw your feet up recline just chill
we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin Kill
for real hold it in now we goin on a ride
the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with
some santa cruz that we got at john’s crib
the crip that you never find around
the reason you can’t find it in your city or your town
because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds
we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know about
if i sold it yo they’d all be in the clouds
smoke em out without a doubt
yo its not for the money
its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies

"Paid Vacation"

We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation
You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian
Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation
We don’t give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station
Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation

oh no I’m back in the scene still same car
same zip code didn’t move too far
same old friends same old story
drink throw up then puke and rally
same old pets I still got Ed
quit smokin bogues now i get head instead
same old bed but i got new sheets
cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn’t believe
still smokin pot still dodgin cops
two things in my life that are never gonna stop
still drivin high bust the same ol tricks
50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit
same ol jokes pop the same size tokes
still hit the river in the same dope boats
still no coke but smoke an ounce a day
and any jay in the rotation is done

Our whole life is a paid vacation
You probably wont hear us on your radio station
Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation
Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin
Forever circulating on a quest to be free

God damn i got some worn out shit
The same old pants and the dirty ass lid
My worn out socks and my worn out shoes
Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use
I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house
It’s all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out
My bike still rolls you know the BK’s a ripper
My skate’s gettin old but i got some new stickers
?? the faders leeking over
broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja
?? just got burned by some candles
i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels
the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass
and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast
im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me
I"m done damn i need some money

Our whole life is a paid vacation
You probably wont hear us on your radio station
Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation
Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin

Same ol X same punk rock veins
Same bounced checks just sign different names
Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains
Same dirty thought, I’m a dick for brains
Same ol story same ol routine
same nympho same old butt feind
same ol player same old ass ways
same ol number back from my club days

Same ol Same ol we got some new shit
I just bought a truck and i got a new crib
well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound
I’m bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town
well i’ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground
whoa it ain’t as serious as it sounds
whoa to the people that have laid the foundation
bob marley cypress hill 2 Short and Total Devistation

"Things I Do"

Why do people always wanna know about Richter
what i do at home, how much i really smoke
if i really got as many bongs as i claim
if my bark’s about drinkin just a game
well listen up

drinkin vodka blue lable smiroff on the rocks
wishin i had my sack but I left it a Pak’s
vape rips got me trippin shit I almost got lost
walkin’ up to my own crib comin from the garage
but the night aint over yet i got places to go
hit the bar to get faded but i needed some more
i told him make sure its mean but when he brought my bag of green
it was the B.C. so i only got phaze know what i mean
if you don’t thats new lingo a phazers an eighth
i don’t get more than an eighth if there ain’t crip out on
the plate, new saying its not crip doesn’t mean that it aint kind
it just means the herb you got aint’ close to half as good as mine
thats right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirt,
comin up through your throat when you choke and thats my word,
damn that shit burns i don’t even like to think , about the cottonmouth
you’d suffer if you didn’t have a drink.

cause these are the types of things i do
and these are the types of tales i tell
people ask me if i smoke i say i do
and the smoke i exhale got that chronic smell

wake up when i want cause thats the life i lead
out every night takin trips every week
hangin out with my peeps just livin the life
only smokin outta glass while you hittin metal pipes
international flights passport gettin filled
you know the show’ll be tight if KMK’s on the bill
punk rock hip hop pits never seem to stop
when the crowds gettin tired its their heads that bob
i got a job but i aint callin it work
gettin paid to smoke herb aint work its absurd
kottonmouth kings taken over this millennium
suburban noize family i know you will be feelin em
comin out your stereo or seein us on stage
leavin thousands astonished leavin ladies in a daze
people shocked and amazed the weak hearted seem to faint
when they take one hit off of Johnny Richter’s dank
cause i keep goin continuously flowin
like the wrappers on my condoms people say that i am golden
flowin like my hydro when i wow those near and far
i’d rather have 10 pounds of chronic then a fancy fuckin car

cause these are the types of things i do
and these are the types of tales i tell
people ask me if i smoke i say i do
and the smoke i exhale got that chronic smell

stumble in the front door throw my jacket on the ground
looked left looked right shit i looked all around
the house was all quiet didn’t hear a single sound
grabbed a bottle of bacardi and proceeded to pound
about a quarter way through bout 11:32
headed to Del Taco cause i need to get some food
if not im gonna puke and i dont want that
shouldn’t of drank 20 beers shouldn’t have smoked 10 bt’s
couldn’t relax that is my stomach of course
shit was comin up fast and it was chargin with force
flew past my vocal cords quickly approaching my teeth
throwin up every color red yellow orange green
there it was for me to see right in front of my eyes
a burrito two tacos and my chili cheese fries
now there’s a lesson to learn if you listen right here
beer liquor never sicker liquor beer you in the clear

cause these are the types of things i do
and these are the types of tales i tell
people ask me if i smoke i say i do
and the smoke i exhale got that chronic smell

"Bi-Polar"

Wasted away
Trapped in their maze
Gotta get out

My punk rock’s dirty
My hip hop’s clean
One side has rust the other triple beam
One side is crazy phat the other’s pissed and mean
Half of me’s got problems the other lives a dream
Well
I'm bi polar im confused
Split personality I dont know which to chose
One side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
Count me out a thousand times I'll still come back for more

We barely just began but already your done
Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun
Cause I ain’t even begun barely dented my stash
Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it’s time for you to dash
Where you gonna go when it’s time to dash
Grab your sack don’t forget your cash
Life moves fast gotta chose your path
Live while you live cuz it might be your last
Watch your back it might be over
Sometimes I feel bi polar
I get confused I dont know where to go
So I stop.. slow the tempo
I ain’t got hours in my day to smoke with people like you
Wastin’ my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse
With crooked views at first I questioned and these unpaid dues
Confuse me not no second guessin session veterans never lose
Grab your pipe cuz you look confused
Rockin’ the mic with your unpaid dues
Life’s a bitch we win or lose
How many people don’t got a clue
Dont got a clue gotta figure it out
Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth
Eeh haw don’t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys smoke that sonkey
Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye

Got nothin
Got nothing to say

The world is full of sharks
The water’s not that deep
A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve
Their poisoning my weed
I think im gonna bleed
And now im gonna jump
Well
I'm bi polar im confused
Split personality I dont know which to chose
One side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
Count me out a thousand times I'll still come back for more

Suburbs surprise open you eyes and get a grip on your scene
Realize your life’s alive and not a fairytale dream
Most comfortable with slow flow shows how I like my things
And never pass a packed bowl unless you know there’s some green
Like whoa burning to the floor
I'm feelin faded give me some more
Drank a beer and rolled a spliff
I do what I do you suck my dick
If you dont like it I dont give a fuck
I just took a shit and I just threw up
Blow it out your butt and out my throat
I choke and slow the tempo
Going going gone just put it out of the park
Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark
Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark
You’ll never get your bowl burnin if you don’t got the spark
Pick it back up cuz you might get piped
Slow your roll put your shoes on tight
Too much smokin you might get done

I'm done
Nothin no one

One side
Throw up

The other side
Full of love

How many live today got nothing but a big phat blunt

UR-done

Got nothin
Got nothing to say
Got nothin

"New Destination"

where you gonna go when you can’t get high now
who you gonna call when you feel so low
where you gonna turn for some inspiration
new destinations is where we should go

Confused in life in the middle of the night
I’m sittin’ up with my pipe like my candles I’ll burn
thinkin’ about my baby the one that really loved me
and the time we spent together callin each other honey
the separation hurts i learned from my loneliness
cryin to myself thinkin about the last kiss
but things got funny we had two different lives
so much time apart and not enough by her side
being without my girl yo im feelin kinda empty
the joy that you’ve given me can’t compare to anybody
moments we shared they was like no other
the bond that we have built it slowly became a cover
but that’s how it goes five years down the road
i was away doin shows and let my love up in the cold
i can’t ever forget what had happened now its gone
i wanna give you props and shout you out in my song

where you gonna go when you can’t get high now
who you gonna call when you feel so low
where you gonna turn for some inspiration
new destinations is where we should go

I can’t believe i’m alive
survivin in the world but will i live till 25
i’d bet the farm read my palms when you look in these eyes
theres no room inside for crooked scams or evil plans
not wishin harm I offer out my hand to any man
and when a man extends his hand I offer blessings on his land
upon completion of passage earning respect for your word
build on a strong foundation straight conserve barely splurge
ya gotta plan for the future and take care of yourself
to live a long happy life you never needed no wealth
just be stealth with what your givin make decisions to invest
envision in your mind then hit the kind and be blessed
erase the stress (let it go) simply cut that shit
you be ruining your day over the same bullshit
and last surpass your past and go don’t let your fate be controlled
you should know reach for your goals and that the rest will be gold so?

where you gonna go when you can’t get high now
who you gonna call when you feel so low
where you gonna turn for some inspiration
new destinations is where we should go

my soul radiates a light that transcends my high
i digest the universe right though my third eye
in touch with my expand it opens me wide
these spirits connect transform and collide
some stay in touch while others divide
some flow and dive and hang around for the ride
some have that day until one has died
shedding your skin born again from inside
so follow the light into a new life
take a deep breath relax and open your eyes
reality is yours its what you decide
take a deep breath and open your eyes

Baby listen i forgot to tell you something
my life’s been a mess without Ami & Dustin
I been depressed popped a couple of biscuits
been staying out all night gettin fucked up what is this
all i feel is the ghost from your presence
thinking about the times we spent together
im fucking over it its too hard reminiscing to the past
we had way too much love and thats a fact
it makes me sad but i gots to move on
so i packed up my stuff grabbed my bong and wrote a song
wondering where my next destination’s gonna take me
and how long i got love for ami but now she’s gone