How ya doin
My name tazzy faded
And im under rated
Underpaid
And overworked
Like a dam slave
Piss brains
And shit thoughts
Shit stains in his draws
Cuz his ass is wut talks
Out his mouth was shit storms
Say storm
I calm down
Im calm now
Fall out
Fall down
Like ashes ashes
Bitch i need my glasses
I couldnt see my passion
Couldnt hardly grasp it
The answers in my verse
Bitch y u askin
Flashin
Hottness
At tha sun like im tha fuccin man
We somewhere in this universe
So wut if WE tha aliens
Wut if my whole life was in a bubble
We trouble
Im strugglin for air
Like fishies outta fuccin water
Drinkin up this 40 ounce
Got me feelin
Like i aint a fuccin human now
Im on
Im fuccin on
3 shots of goose
Where tha bottle yo
Y u playin nigga pass it
Tha blunt was in rotation
Now its ashes
Dont make me giv a lecture
Like fuccin mac
Hit it 2 times
Then u pass it
Niggas wana babysit that blunt tho
U either wana talk
Or u here to smoke
But i aint even trippin tho
I hada quit tha weed
For this interview
I got a job
I got a job
Bet they would be proud
Look at me moomm!
And im still a fuccin weed head
So much dam stress
In my my mini head
Bitch i gota live
This is how i live
If it wasnt for this weed
Id prolly kill a man
Get up out my face
Y u judgin on me
I talk tha right words
Then youll be fuccin on me
Been up on my grind
This is plan B
Runnin low on time
My watch need batteries