intentions Lyrics

My mind's like a minefield, trippin' psychedelics

I walk into the sun and wonder bout my lack of elevation,

while I'm waiting just to get a pick me up

Or to get a quick buck I'm thinkin' maybe I should sell it

I tell it to the kids like it is no questions

They mention my mind and they find fine pension

Not stressin' for future, come well prepared

For the day I reap the fruits is the day I might share

I strive to be the good, I seem to lose the light

Fight fire with the fire and I tend to end up blinded ugh

Rollin' sideways,

The new midnight club, I'm reminded

Of when it was simpler and when I was misguided

By frameworks inside the facade

I'll go and have a coffee, come watch this evolve

You gotta get to echelon to match this resolve

I've been comin' in hot like the sauce

Man, they pollute, I need a mask for the smog

Ain't got the room for no tar in the lungs

Smokin' zigzags or the raw, no respect for the law

This the judge of the right and the wrong

Blast at em with the colt 45 in the palm

Yeah, I brought the gas and the match for the bomb

Acid rain drops on the tongue, I just do it for the love

What's inside, no it won't do me wrong

We on another world, another planet

And I don't understand it

How do they think they'll never get back to me?

I'm livin' to laugh at things

I'm hopin' to find the opening in the thighs, her eyes I find the peace, fuckin' life

Her and death is three and we go isosceles

Makes it different its on the edge, heck, that makes a masterpiece

Hoppin' up on the Bart, no fees

I seen them freezin' to death

While they been smokin' up on that piece

The rounds tip hits with the stench

Garages that harbor feces

Find trouble with findin' thesis

Try teachin' nephews and nieces

Bout meltin' like findin' Reese's in the pocket

All over places, like hittin' targets, they do

They waste the ammo for your taxes and they askin' that you

Conserve the water while they snatch up all the clean to pollute

I'm only askin' for truth, I'm only tasked with the fuel

I hold the hand of the youth, bring em' along

Till they learn to ask couple questions

And maybe clean up that smog

In the new, world, maybe one day we'll all get along

But fuck it who am I to say the way they livin' is wrong?

My god

Man, they pollute, I need a mask for the smog

Ain't got the room for no tar in the lungs

Smokin' zigzags or the raw, no respect for the law

This the judge of the right and the wrong

Blast at em with the colt 45 in the palm

Yeah, I brought the gas and the match for the bomb

Acid rain drops on the tongue, I just do it for the love

What's inside, no it won't do me wrong