Falling Star

I be outer space seeing stars See the moon I be outer fuckin’ space Off the dope Off the shrooms I be outer fuckin’ space Viewing pictures that I can’t depict Yo girl callin me stressin on my dick dick sick sick sick When I wake up Fye one to the head So my head stay on my shoulder Make it underlay I got no time for that slow strokin I can’t keep moving in life of sin I am chosen Hang it up I’m out of the game I’m influenced by the things around me So I say I can’t keep my mouth off the blunt So I Drink I’m Afraid I might get addicted It runs thru my family like it’s scripted Like it’s expected Like It’s predicted You can’t control the infection Ohh lord What a sickness Ohh lord So we smoke and we drank till it’s finished And We speak our own mind when we’re lifted And it’s sad cuz this shit ain’t self inflicted It’s different giving birth under a system And systematically I’m actively Losing sanity trynna price my vanity While Speaking lavishly I be outer space seeing stars See the moon I be outer fuckin’ space Off the dope Off the shrooms I be outer fuckin’ space Viewing pictures that I can’t depict Yo girl callin me stressin on my dick dick sick sick sick Damn near Feel like ima give ha what she want Man here I double up my benji’s till she walk I can’t process everything I’m no computer Say Double up my bling I told the jeweler I Been struggling my grip starting to loosen Love I’m sorry You need to get it together I’m sorry You need to keep it a Buck No chance Slow up the rhythm Then slow dance In trance Rhythm we’re moving Then romance Oh man Im known for sparkin decisions Aye Youngin I’m back on my mission Aye Young and I’m back and I’m better I’m wishing my people will come all together