Bishop Dez - Travis Barker Lyrics

7 o'clock in the morning
Zulu hut on the bench
Lost so many of my folks
I smoke to hope to forget
I said I'm up in the clouds
Everyday is a trip
Tell the truth I'm in this booth
I write it's making me sick
I whip that butter for rent
James with the fork and the bowl
Don't make any sense
All of these blunts that I've rolled
I'm coming out of the trenches
I walk outside with them poles
On the grind for them riches
Cause that's all that I know
I'll walk you down on the road
I'm really down with the smoke
Said I really want a farm
Full of plants that I've grown
Legalize I'm a vote
I just rolled 24
Feel like I can't breathe
They screaming RIP to the goat
Ain't no one stopping me
They shooting 23 at your throat
It ain't no need for a scope
I keep that thang on me
I heard that it was murder she wrote
I'll get the same degree
It ain't no changing me
Except the Rolls Royce truck that's changing streets
I just got a drum for the gun
Like I'm Travis barker
Got a bad yellow bitch
Long legs look like Miss Parker
I be faded when I'm sliding
Gotta repark
All I got is middle fingers
To the remarks
I be rolling backwoods
Til I see stars
Blowing clouds to the sky
For the departed
Hope my angels looking for me
While I find a way
I know at times I fall off
Gotta restart
I'm thinking back about the days
We went to sleep starving
Ten toes to the streets
Gotta keep walking
I be mobbing on my lonely
People fake and they phony
I'm on a mission for the cheddar
You can keep the bologna
If you ain't riding for the team
Don't even act like you know me
It's solid niggas on my side
Your click is full of jabronis
I get the cheese
Macaroni
Im smoking weed to console me
I get this shit from overseas
It's putting me in a coma
It's giving me an aroma
And your bitch got that brain
She giving me a diploma
You ain't as G as you told us
When the pressure get applied
Triggers squeeze and you fold up
I'm on that lean
Need to slow up