HOOK

Sometiiimes
Every person, place and thing
I love with every heart beat
When I rhyme
I'm only gone give you what's real
The good, the bad the ugly
Sometiiimes
I don't give a fuck how you feel
Sometimes I wanna kill you
When I'm high
I'm in my own little world so..
It's cool if you don't feel me

1st Verse

"Do bad, or do good?
Do I have a choice?"
If he do, then you already know he lacks rejoice
Type of kid that always kept his mom and dad annoyed
Ignorance be patting him on the back
Like "Atta-boy!"
Bucktooth ashy anthropoid
That you can't avoid
One man planet that asteroids can't destroy
He got loud, smoking grass with noise
Hash in a joint'll keep a n***a from getting mad
As a relapse on roids, HUH!
His name's Isbir
But you can call him Lazy Leigh
Awake from sleep
He bakes the keif, and blaze the weed
And everyday he reads 800 ways to tame a fiend
A dirty mentality that can never stay clean
And lately, he been fucking bitches unsafely
Rebellin' and yellin' and dwellin' cuz he's angry
With the kit-and-kaboodle to doodle great schemes
Cold thoughts crtitically cause a brain freeze

Wheather you living in
Heaven or Hell
The whole word gone keep gone around
A n***a been stressin
So why in the hell
Should I not smoke and drink a 40 ounce down?
Discombobulated, so I stay far from sober
Let's face it, life as we know it is all over
We got the same president as Marge, Bart, and Homer
Better find luck in 4 leaf clovers
That's why
HOOK
Sometiiimes!
Every person, place and thing
I love with every heart beat
When I rhyme
I'm only gone give you what's real
The good, the bad the ugly
Sometiiimes
I don't give a fuck how you feel
Sometimes I wanna kill you
When I'm high
I'm in my own little world so..
It's cool if you don't feel me

2nd Verse

A happy childhood
But now he has unworthy luck
Eighth in a blunt
That was his last 30 bucks
Buffoon from his dead down to his dirty chucks
Never gave a fuck about school like being nerdy sucks
Oh what!?
Another disatisfaction
Anxiety's and distractions
Attractin alotta bad habits, the fact is
He's tempermatic, kept getting mad
And his parents had it
Whatever happened to feeding
Your kid a ritalin tablet?...
If stepping on a crack could really
Crack his daddy's back
You'd see his biological
Rolling up in a Cadillac
In the handicapped, with Xannies that
Granny Jackie packed, in a fanny pack