She a patient waitin in my room

I want to be remembered as an artist that gave you a piece of me, as opposed to some surface bullshit. I just want to be remembered as a poet that was open and honest because I wake up every morning and I'm me.

I heard you good with them soft lips.. Yeah you know word of mouth.

I've seen it all before. Now that it's over I shoulda known better than to think this was real and you could be mine.

Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.

They keep telling me don't save you. If I ignore all that advice and something isn't right then who will I complain to?

I haven't slept in days. And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways.