Tres Pound

Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah) I was lookin' for a way out But couldn't book it on the Greyhound So I put my first tape out and Now they got no-thin' to say now It's like I'm wavin' a tre pound Tellin' suckas to lay down Sayin' it didn't have to be this way I'm on one; really I done too much My hobbies include badness, smokin' dutch There was this group that I had, but yeah We're broken up And since I drove across the country we ain't Spoke a bunch I'm not a stranger to the Greyhound; I'm always somewhere else Different folks from different cities They all forward to the house Different boys, they come with me And they know what I'm about I'm real fuckin' stupid; act different when I'm out I might be a fuck-up but I love being mimicked Cuz I'm fucked-up; it's like I feel it in snip-its I'm numb-drunk and this dumb blunt That blunt has got me high I wonder if I can fly 'Cause on this roof, I feel I'm touching the sky I feel God wander by To try to look into my eyes But God is just a memory, a simple reply But I'm and atheist; I fuckin' love sinnin' Like I fuckin' love drinkin' and I fuckin' love killin' So I bust up weed So I can fuckin' love livin' Hi, I'm offensive but I'm never just kidding I was looking for a way out But couldn't book it on the Greyhound So I put my first tape out And now they got, no-thin', to, say now It's like I'm wavin' a tre pound Tellin' sucka's to lay down Sayin' it didn't have. to. be. this. way
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- Nova Rockafeller