It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking. I find now-a-days it's best to keep quiet.
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different
Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
I kind of forget what it's like to be a dude who grew up in the south sometimes. I want to refresh my memory and remember why I love it [there] so much.
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.
Everybody talks and everybody listens, and somehow the truth just always comes up missin.