Live from the Rock

I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain Like floss hanging, chambers beat banging Buddy's feet hanging in my late night panic Rope, creak cracking from ceiling fan, frantic Manic on a Monday college school night When I wake up it's a year, who's high But this one guy from way before high Schools and car pools, through princess off Rhye We was on Amherst, driving, got cash Tryna buy weed from his high school stash We was teammates in house league ball Friends since first grade, 06, it was fall He was too fast to deke, so I passed To this girl who outlasts his ass and we win Beezin cause weed got chiefed and All of my gin made sins outta good thoughts Pot plug got hot for golf clubs Club got robbed and his mug got shot Coffee in cups while I dream of the spliff Think of the girl with the cheetah hunt sprint Was my second best friend from the school we attended Not to mention we shared the same church Shared the same look Looking at her praying when I hurt Papas fresh grave, up in haze where they stood So I saw her moms in the same, St Linus Live from the rock, we all stay thriving I got nightmares in the bay, that's life and My old bitch said the same to my corpse Of course Y'all drop half your pay on new shoes Old buddy dropped a wrench on new faces Maybe if I didn't need some new boof I coulda stopped the prison yard bankin I drop my cheque on checks and get sick But fuck stripes that's the word from the six What about the dots on my skin from the blood That I see in the tub in my dreams I, um Know a bong better than my last lady love That ain't for this but I wonder if one talk in her arms could Give me closure from a west coast jump Sean White, buds got snow problem Know my old agent in quotes got more problems But what's worse than first world problems First year rappers, thinking they trappers Crash they moms benz in a ditch off apple Cider, hard style, hide your moms smile Serge off a glass, redden your moms Nile Self portrait, hell still contorted Never forge it, y'all looking for fortune Snap boring, flexin 5 20s That's a Borden, spoken in right money I'm gunning for pure survival Covid got me fucked, I'm in spiral Tryna get this EP by tonight tho Wallet run dry, bills looking high tho Spread thighs tho, high school was miles Away from Van, but I feel the eyes tho Stuck to my skull like the fact I'm bi go Figure, most my fam don't know shit or I don't wanna say Live from the rock my tears made yeah