I’m an Englishman

Lyrics

They say I'm spitting 'bout the grade a little too much I know I've got to chill the phase before I lose touch The days float away, and I can barely keep up Higher than a kite, but I ain't flying out so much I'm just about gliding on the touchline Still kinda in the game, riding on my luck, I've Got to get a grip on this Before I flip on this And end up with my hands strapped up to my shoulders Trying to break free of the chains that addiction clipped to me and got a hold of Funny that I feel running ain't an issue When there's so many more serious issues to get through Like, for example Take the world in the grand scheme of things Does it really matter if I make this dream a thing? That turns into realness Or is it ill just to think I should try to get a deal, it's Slowly taking chunks out the hope that I had Now I just toked and I'm glad That at least there's one thing that never lets me down Light up your zoots and Toke down the pounds of the highest grade Until your mind's all hazed up Yeah, now you know you love the flavor Hash or skunk, doesn't matter which one I'll burn that down 'till the roach is past the paper And even though I hide, man, I can't deny it Slowly but surely, it's killing me inside It's not long before I must cut out the draw Or else I'm sure that I'll lose my mind It's a downward spiral that keeps on moving Just out the rabbit hole, I'm all bruised and I'm trying to find a way to just clear up my brain and Make sure I'm pulling out my drive in the right lane Oh damn, that should be the left one See, I'm quite sane I realize mistakes that I've made And I'm just trying to make amends of it Before they sense of the words I've set to spit From now on I've got to be cautious I said I'd change by the end of the tape Now I move for the poors, donating away To try and make the world into a better place Sounds cheesy I know But I've realized there's one thing that keeps aching away at me I can't really change myself, but I can change the world with a pen and pad if you just blaze with me Here, sit down, take a little toke of it No joke, I'm burning to the roach This spliff keeps me leveled, before my mind strays On to ill-minded shit that fucks up my day Sounds o' Teknian Some strange ill-minded shit