Popcorn Lyrics

Get my love from good weed, I don't shut up about it

If a temple was my body then somebody done shot it

Just another morning you was coughing lungs up

Black tar from the cigarette you love so much

Couple dollars to my name and I ain't earned it yet

Couple dollars in the bank but my statement red

Double C maxed out, no Chanel we could get

Red Sea, get masked with that stableish cred

It was only just a couple days ago ya boy was rich

I done spent a like half my wallet on this music shit

And if you try to run up on me I can't use a stick

Cause half my money for the mic was for the thirty clip

I got music you could roll to, problem solver it's a whole mood

Hit the spot just like soul food

Ain't no way it smell like Whole Foods

This that cooking off the clock ain't no professional

Fuck a measure cup fuck a decimal

I'm above the crowd, on my pedestal

Try to tell me shit, no confessional

Do what you gotta do not what you better do

Sippin' a bottle, of every letter group

Take the pain away, it's a selfish move

On the dark side, it's a better view

I can see the world, imma tell a few

Television world, ain't no telling truth

I was borderline, think to myself ain't no better you

Play to the tune of a better flute

Watch out for sharks in this ocean they smelling that blood in the water like better food

Keeping yo circle connected will never expose all the people that should've left

Couple of bowls gonna make me forget that I have a purpose, cannot take a breath

Please give me a second

I just cannot focus anymore

My adhd went unnoticed, get them addys on the low

Like a high school party keep it small you don't want shit to blow

If my mental on vacation, whereabouts I never know

I was spinning no control of my own senses, on the floor

Had a hard core epiphany, but still I need some more

I can't believe my own addictions led me running to the door

Now I'm jumping out the back, this ain't nothing like the Wraith

I said practice what I preach, but I still ain't got no faith

I would start a life in sales, but I would never know my fate

Went from weed to white, now my other job a piece of cake

I would always eat my dinner first so no one touch my plate

Back in two thousand and five, I was busy on them skates

I remember first attempt, when I fell down on my face

It's the same ol ball and chain, except right now I'm still in pain

If I never feel again then you know what Imma do