Strangers

(альбом: Cats & Dogs - 2011)

[Verse 1]
If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper
It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger
Shit, I can barely even trust my friends
Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends
I mean really why even should I try and test it socially
Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them
Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience
Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance
While I'm on the other side of Earth without assistance
Pitching in the night singing "Evy goes the distance"
At home the same shit is going on, I don't miss it
It's a nice place to live, but I wouldn't wanna visit
Never stepping out the car or on the stage without a purpose
Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses
Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses
Director of these photos so the aim remains focused
Hold still right there, hold still

[Verse 2]
I ain't holier than now or tryna even act superior
Half the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience
I'm living at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes
People get deceived, seeing gangsters dressed in surf clothes
From earth where they birthing those flows to set the world off
On a wet park bench drinking OJ and Smirnoff
I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it
Never tell it how it wasn't, I only pin that harder
I been touring constantly, so there's wear and tear value
That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel
Document this madness till the day I come unraveled
And retreat to the Matterhorn, basking in the castle
On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me shit
I've come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics
So right about now I think it's 'bout that time
That I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme
What the f*ck

[Verse 3]
I ain't speaking on my businesses in public when concerning deals
Stepping on stage like it's light-bulbs or turning wheels
In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didn't kill
I still kept it peeling out and stepping up for Reverend Real
Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up
The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with
Nothing is original
Even under cloudy days sun is still shining
Just rerouted and out of phase
Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight
Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way
California love from Diego to across the bay
All across the map to every single solitary state
All across the baggage claim, all across the gate
Some calling it freight how I'm carrying weight
Some calling it fate while some others remain torn
Some calling it rain cause that's when I brainstorm