Walking down the damn road Don't have a place to go Don't have a face to show I consider myself slow Get it? I called myself retarded Meant it? Yup I corresponded A joke like that in my song Still smoking on my bong Faded don't know right from wrong Please why don't you sing along I'm depressed and I hate fucking stress Mess up my day nonetheless And I don't know how to confess That I use these tunes to express My thoughts with the dial turned up I know I fucked up I'm a selfish fuck You really sucked up all my sympathy Can't you see that I'm just smoking green In my limousine I'm on the scene Bada boom bada bing I'm not a cuck like Wallace Breen So why am I left on seen? Is it the way I think like a schizo? Uh oh man I really do think so Am I dying in slow motion? Yeah I think I'm really going To the underground To a place with no sound All around earth bound Diddly dit dit dop Wearing high fucking tops And I'm high around a cop Sweat drip down my forehead Got a bag of dope in my backpocket Haha I must be one paranoid fuck

Never had a single shit to give I just stopped caring and bliss My problems ceased to exist Funny if that was accurate If I had a shrink he would think I am insane to the brink Of self destruction that is it All the time I fucking hate it I really want to change For the betterment of my brain I don't know who I am I don't know who I am I'm not too sure who I am I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't having any fucking clue

It goes like tick tock Stop look check the clock Give a little bitty bit of care Never lie never share Never breathe again in The same room that I was in Wonder if I can start anew My past is catching up with you We got dope in the trunk So please just roll it up If you ain't then I fund Mary Jane in my lungs Never cry never pout Never stay never shout Never know what it's all about When I come please just frown

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I am done with all my hoping And my blunts I be choking All I'm doing is moping If you could stay another day? Would you move and stay away? Would you come back and pray? That you feel okay, that you do today Always a different idiotic way So I will just laugh and say That you suck all the way I hope you go to the motherfucking grave They call me D-o-m-i-n-i-c Reaper of the ocean trees Don't you know who I am? I dont even know anymore Adoring death out the door Call me Mr Budd Dwyer Little owner of my shire Some fucking death and desires I had that night that night is tonight Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I am done with all my hoping And my blunts I be choking All I'm doing is moping If you could stay another day? Would you move and stay away? Would you come back and pray? That you feel okay, that you do today Always a different idiotic way So I will just laugh and say That you suck all the way I hope you go to the motherfucking grave

(Part I: Mush) Little too basic little belated Debated while my heart deflated I'm rated zero outta five stars In life general I don't mean a lot Brain is mush at the end of the day Don't call me on your phone ain't no parade Find me in the sewer leaking toxic waste Pouring all the way out of my face Lace up my shoes then I start the race In a straight direction ain't no debate Four thousand fucking miles away In a straight direction ain't no debate Brain is mush at the end of the day (Part II: Doozy) Could you ever just stay away Ain't showered in at least a day I can smell it from ya face Please wait as I narrate your Death in a real harrowing way That's what I said I ain't gonna sugar-coat A different response to some stupid dope The real truth bouta get sucked in In your damn mind could hear all the time Never had a whine to give or to chime Little loser boyfriend abuser, yeah the emotional accuser It's a real damn doozy hope you drown in a jacuzzi By the way, you seem to have an IQ like your in the third fucking grade So imagine waking up, feeling like your emotionally stuck To a meal that sucks, so you starve yourself is that enough? No so you cut yourself, no damn given about your health So have I lost myself? Maybe that's for you to tell (oh) (Part III: Sublime) You can't make me do anything What to do or what to say Gotta a lot of problems And you ain't on my plate Please please just stay away Go down to your dark estate I'll just die in my grave You say you care but that's not true Ill intentions have got you To lie to loath to cry Part of you dies a little inside Cause when I spit this rhyme That you won't hear that is fine Cause ill be feeling a little sublime You can't make me do anything What to do or what to say Gotta a lot of problems And you ain't on my plate Please please just stay away Go down to your dark estate I'll just die in my grave

(DJCHZ); Me and Tommy packing the heat Forty five chicks in the backseat Always smoking always weed Rhyming and dipping and loosing teeth Hiding from pigs across the street Nah officer we ain't smoking weed We're just smoking swisher green (Tom The Don): Floatin' it Tokin' it Rollin' it Twist it and light it Smoking the bong while I write this We smoking billies no Ellish You smoking to boost kindness By the time I'm done don't know what time it is Check the watch Hella thots Bro pulled up to the smoker spot Always watch the ops These Js burn too slow Call it a crock pot Smokin' till the blocks hot Shorty wanna hot box Air it out drop top Green we get a lot lot Coughing up that green snot Nothin' better than the weed spot Bro you know that we hot Going till beat stops Yeah we stackin' up hella trees Fade away all my memories He said it's gas I said it better be Dom smoking heavily And I'm more of the same Yeah we just lame Lazy all day Who cares about the price we pay This how we shall stay Keep going higher as I'm floating away Literally every fucking day (DJCHZ): Floating out in this state I'm floating away Roll it up and doping up I really just opened up A new fucking strain to straddle my brain None the less its all the same it smells real rank Me and the boys smoking that hella dank so Me and Tommy packing the heat Forty five chicks in the backseat Always smoking always weed Rhyming and dipping and loosing teeth Hiding from pigs across the street Nah officer we ain't smoking weed We're just smoking swisher green

I remember when you said forever, I guess that was a fucking lie Things started going better, until we kept drinking and getting high Sitting on the roof looking at the night sky, laying down on my bed now makes me sad I never got to say goodbye Never even mattered anyway, wish I would die but I'm just day drinking all the time Smoke another bowl, then I go home to another rude awakening that I put into a rhyme Nevermind you'll find, that you never have the time to fucking die All around its nigh, fries on the side, dope up and get fucking high Nevermind you'll find, that you never have the time to fucking die All around its nigh, breathe cope and hide, don't it feel unkind To have another rewind, back to a time, where you never even tried Never even tried, yes its nigh

Awake to go to a job that won't even care if I died the next day It's so funny the lengths motherfuckers will go to get payed A dollar, a penny, a dime, in the end it ain't worth all my time Cause I'd rather spitting rhymes, drinking with homies Chugging that red fine wine, mix a little henny on the baseline Pop a little weed gummies at the same time Bipolarness to petrify, feeling a little polarized When I was a kid I wanted to find the line What really bridges all these minds To do this repetitive introspective bullshit All really a subjective perspective Guess that's what I said Suicide been a concept since elementary Suicide been a concept since elementary Suicide been a concept since elementary, mentary, menatry, ele-fucking-mentary Awake to go to a job that won't even care if I died the next day Its so funny the lengths motherfuckers will go to get payed A dollar, a penny, a dime, in the end it ain't worth all my time Cause I'd rather spitting rhymes, drinking with homies Chugging that red fine wine, mix a little henny on the baseline Pop a little weed gummies at the same time Bipolarness to petrify, feeling a little polarized When I was a kid I wanted to find the line What really bridges all these minds To do this introspective repetitive bullshit All really a perspective that I find really subjective Guess that's what I said Suicide been a concept, since Suicide been a concept since ele- Sui-suicide been a concept since elementary Sui-suicide

Take you down to Denver, dry like the desert I wish I could never, ever ever sever My thoughts from my body, blown up like a Saudi Shoot me with a shotty, I really need somebody Don't you know what I regret? Emotional torment like a debt Always about the cigarettes Could I go back as of yet? To singing the alphabet Would break a fucking sweat Could be great if I applied Would be terrific if I just died Don't you know what I regret? Emotional torment like a debt Always about the cigarettes Could I go back as of yet? To singing the alphabet Would break a fucking sweat Could be great if I applied Would be terrific if I just died