Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
Started off local but thanks to all the haters, I know G4 pilots on a first name basis.
When raindrops hit the tin roof it's crazy. That's a metaphor, did I lose you baby?
When I write I like to just say everything that people think about but never express vocally. I just get deep into it; I'm a bit obsessive about music.
The good ones go, if you wait too long. So you should go, before you stay too long.
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no joker