[Hook]
Sometimes it feels like
All I do is make beats smoke weed [bad word] up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just make beats smoke weed [bad word] up with these hi-deas

[Verse 1: Classified]
I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in circles [bad word] laps
Trying to figure what to write [bad word] up with these raps
But I’m [bad word] and fighting trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words with these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost been exhausted
I’m burning out trying [bad word] up with these hi-deas
Like here’s an idea
I write a song about what I love and hate
Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches
I love getting [bad word] but hate it the next morning
Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the performance
Love for the ladies with a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude learn to take a [bad [bad word] Hate for the critics and nah forget
Its back to the draw board let’s give them what they calling for
I’m at so many people and been so many places
That’s why I want to write a song called forgotten faces
lot of friends [bad word] and gone and I’ll always remember them
But I can’t put a picture in my head that resembles them
And these are real friends that I hung every day
They built my character and attitude in many ways
From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends
Maybe someday I’ll see your face again
What a hi-dea

[Bridge]
Aight let me try something different
Bring the strings in

[Verse 2: Classified]
And I’ve been trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her
Something real romantic like let’s get fat together
Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever
Watching movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a couple ups and down and made it through
Love each other, our family, our  and our food
These are words flowing on my pencil on this [bad word] Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like
I change the beat if the topic ain’t working
Fall on the floor that’s perfect sounds current
Following the formula is that what you stand for? [bad word] all these douche bags [bad word] the dance floor?
Douche douche douche bag
Do it like this and you too can make a douche hit
You talking big game but never gonna do [bad word] Your girl ain’t smelling right tell her douche it
Dance, nah [bad word] it back to the music
I had this hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think it’s similar to the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad made by African Americans
And no mother or dad wanted any children hearing 'em
Hated by the church they called it devil music
Now these Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it
Time changes everything I see it right now
It ain’t just hip hop or rock & roll it’s a lifestyle

[Hook]
All I do is make beats smoke weed [bad word] up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just make beats smoke weed [bad word] up with these hi-deas, yeah
And now I’m getting so high (x2)

[Outro]
I was goin' to write a track called clichés, just talk about all those clichés you see
Those clichés you hear in life
I was goin’ to write a track called small town, [bad word] from a small town
When things are a little bit slower
Everybody knows your name it’s just a little different
I was goin’ to write a track called I know I shouldn’t do it but I love too
Like smoking this weed, guilty pleasures
Yeah crazy hi-deas
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