BrokenTrees

(album: Cracker - 2013)

Everybody wanna smoke, but don't wanna get high
Everybody wanna live, but nobody wanna die
Everybody wanna flow, but all they fucking do is rhyme
Everybody wanna know, how I got so fucking tight
No school, lotta drugs, ten gram worth of Backwoods
Bitch I got it bad, so it's hard for me to act good
Amethyst rings, rare rocks help me breath
Inhale, blow the smoke like a candeline breeze
No keys, no keys, I ain't pushing what you think
Everytime I hear your music make it hard for me to think
No strap, no blade, still I take your life away
Never smile, always high, way higher than you think
Black granite on my sink, white marble on the counter tops
Living so lavish, open doors when I fucking knock
Runnin up the fucking block, dope up in my fucking sock
Stop, go to fucking cops, but I keep booking and never stop

Let me breath, I just need some time so
So I can think, I just need some [?]
Now what you think, me and you forever
Be a dream, whatever you need tell me, whatever you need tell me
I can try my best to get it for you